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,
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!
Still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to Thee.
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!

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