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.

Though, like the wanderer,
 The sun gone down,
 Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
 Yet in my dreams I'd be
 Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

 Then let the 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.

 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.

 Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
 Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly:
 Still all my song shall be,
 Nearer, my God, to Thee, 
Nearer to Thee.