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6s & 4s.
Nearer to thee.
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 the wanderer,
Daylight all gone,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I’d be
Nearer, my God, to thee—
Nearer to thee!
3 There 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.
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!
5 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.
Mrs. S. F. Adams.