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!
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!
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, Upwards I fly, Still all my song shall be: 'Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!'