1 When doubt and conflict weigh me down,
And clouds before me rise,
Whose gath’ring gloom and deep’ning shade,
With sorrow fills mine eyes,
‘Tis then I lift my fainting soul,
In prayer that I may be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

2 When joys that once I thought so true,
Have lost each balmy sweet,
And withered hopes, like summer flowers,
Lie crushed beneath my feet,
With quivering lip and yearning heart,
I pray on bended knee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

3 While day by day, I journey on,
To reach that world sublime.
That stands in perfect loveliness,
Beyond the shore of time;
My faith looks up and softly breathes,
The prayer so dear to me,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.