Nearer My God to Thee - James Horner

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! 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. 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. 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. Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I'll fly, Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee. There in my Father's home, safe and at rest, There in my Savior's love, perfectly blest; Age after age to be nearer, my God, to Thee

Nearer, my God to thee Nearer to thee Even 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 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 Angels to beckon me 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 Still all my song shall be Nearer to thee Nearer my God to thee Nearer my God to thee Still all my song shall be Nearer to thee Still all my song shall be Nearer to thee

Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross that raise'th 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 heav'n; 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'll fly, Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! There in my Father's home, safe and at rest, There in my Savior's love, perfectly blest; Age after age to be, Nearer my God to Thee. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!