Sunday, June 8, 2014

SONG FOR SUNDAY


Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! 
 E'n 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! 

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 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! 

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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