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 comes 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 me see the sight,

       An open heaven;

    All that Thou sendest me,

       In mercy given;

    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.