be a cross That rais-eth me; Still all my song shall be, Near - er, my God, to Thee, Near - er, my God, to Thee; Near er to Thee! 2 Though like a wanderer, The sun gone down, 3 There let the way appear All that Thou send'st to me In mercy given; Angels to beckon me 4 Then, with my waking thoughts Bethel I'll raise; 5 Or if on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Still all my song shall be, |