Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . hat thou hast made it falls the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing with parting comes to me or cloud or ! thy will, not mine, be done. «48 SARAH FLOWER ADAMS NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE NEARER, my God, to thee,Nearer to thee!Een though it be a crossThat raiseth me;Still all my song shall be, —Nearer, my God, to thee,Nearer to thee! Though, like a wanderer,The sun gone down, Darkness be over me,My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams Id be Nearer, my God, to thee,Nearer to thee! There let the way appearSteps unto
Library of the world's best literature, ancient and modern . hat thou hast made it falls the shadow cold of death,I yet will sing with parting comes to me or cloud or ! thy will, not mine, be done. «48 SARAH FLOWER ADAMS NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE NEARER, my God, to thee,Nearer to thee!Een though it be a crossThat raiseth me;Still all my song shall be, —Nearer, my God, to thee,Nearer to thee! Though, like a wanderer,The sun gone down, Darkness be over me,My rest a stone; Yet in my dreams Id be Nearer, my God, to thee,Nearer to thee! There let the way appearSteps unto heaven; All that thou sendest meIn mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to to thee! Then with my waking thoughtsBright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefsBethel Ill raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to to thee! Or if on joyful wing. Cleaving the , moon, and stars forgot. Upward I fly;Still all my song shall be, —Nearer, my God, to thee. Nearer to thee! From <Adoration, Aspiration, and
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