Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer, my Love, to thee! Even tho' it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Tho' like a wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone, Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer to thee.
There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer 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 Love, to thee, Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer to thee.
Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upwards I fly.
Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer, my Love, to thee, Nearer to thee!