Из альбома: American Pride
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!
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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!
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There let the way appear steps unto heav’n;
All that Thou sendest me in mercy giv’n;
Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!
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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!
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Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee!