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,
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,
[…]
There in my Father's home, safe and at rest,
There in my Saviour's love, perfectly blest;
Age after age to be,
nearer my God to Thee
by
Sarah Flower Adams
& Edward Henry Bickersteth Jr.
99 odsłon
