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. 

Though, like the wanderer,

Nearer, my God, to Thee,
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, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, to Thee