| Nearer, my God, to
Thee |
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| Tune: |
Proprior Deo |
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| Metre: |
6464 664 |
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Nearer,
my God, to Thee,
nearer to Thee:
e’en though it be a cross
that raiseth me,
still all my song would be
nearer, my God, to Thee,
nearer, my God, to Thee,
nearer to Thee!
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, my God, to Thee,
nearer to Thee.
There
let the way appear,
steps up to 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.
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.
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, my God, to Thee,
nearer to Thee.
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