Gathering Together

Nearer To Thee

Though like the wanderer,

The sun gone down,

Darkness overcame me,

My rest a stone;

Yet in dreams I'd be

Nearer, my God, to thee!

...Then, with my walking 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 to Thee!

by Sarah Flower Adams