Nearer,
My God, to Thee - Sarah F. Adams, 1805-1848
Nearer, my God,
to Thee, nearer to Thee!
E’en though it
be a cross that raiseth me,
Still all my song
shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee.
Though like the
wanderer, the sun gone down,
Darkness be over
me, my rest a stone.
Yet in my dreams
I’d be nearer, my God to Thee.
There let the way
appear, steps unto Heav’n;
All that Thou
sendest me, in mercy given;
Angels to beckon
me nearer, my God, to Thee.
Then, with my
waking thoughts bright with Thy praise,
Out of my stony
griefs Bethel I’ll raise;
So by my woes to
be nearer, my God, to Thee.
Or, if on joyful
wing cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and
stars forgot, upward I’ll fly,
Still all my song
shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee.
Refrain
Nearer, my
God, to Thee,
Nearer to
Thee!