Nearer, My God, to Thee

I
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! 

II
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! 

III
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! 

IV
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! 

V
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!