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Nearer, my God, to Thee Sarah F. Adams, 1841. Performeb by The Sharon Singers |
| Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to thee! Even thougth 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! 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, my God, to Thee, nearer to thee! Then with my walking 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, upward I fly Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to thee Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to thee! |
| Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to thee! Even thougth 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! 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, my God, to Thee, nearer to thee! Then with my walking 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, upward 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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