Nearer, my God, to Thee! Nearer to Thee! Een though it be a cross That raiseth me, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee! Nearer to Thee!
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower, Alike theyre needful to the flower; And joys and tears alike are sent To give the soul fit nourishment. As comes to me or cloud or sun, Father! thy will, not mine, be done.