Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me; There let the way appear steps unto heav'n; All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv'n; Still all my song shall 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.