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 to Thee!
2	Tho' like the 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 to Thee!
3	There let the way appear,     Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me,     In mercy giv'n; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee,     Nearer to Thee!
4	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 to Thee.
Mrs. Sarah F. Adams