Mrs. Adams

6.4.6.4.6.6.4.

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.