1 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, my God to thee, Nearer to thee!

2 Though like a 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, my God to thee, Nearer to thee!

3 There let the way appear Steps unto heav'n;
All that thou sendest me, In mercy giv'n;
Angels to beckon me, Nearer, my God to thee,
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, 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, my God to thee, Nearer to thee!