Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! Even though it be a cross that raiseth me; Still all my song would be nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down, Darkness be over me, my rest a stone; Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly.