The image of this silk
bookmark kindly donated by
Georg Hartong, The Netherlands
Words:
nearer my
God
to thee
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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 TO THEE.
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THOUGH, LIKE A WANDERER,
THE SUN GONE DOWN,
DARKNESS COMES OVER ME,
MY REST A STONE:
YET IN MY DREAMS I'D BE
NEARER, MY GOD, TO THEE,
NEARER TO THEE.
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THERE LET MY WAY APPEAR
STEPS UNTO HEAVEN,
ALL THAT THOU SENDEST ME
IN MERCY GIVEN:
ANGELS TO BECKON ME
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 TO THEE.
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