Mrs. Adams
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,
Nearer to Thee.
2
Though like a wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness comes over me,
My rest a stone:
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
3
There let my way appear
Steps unto heaven:
All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy given;
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
4
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,
Nearer to Thee.