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!
...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!
- sarah f. adams
some songs tap our feet, some songs we weep out. there is a place for both, and the second do not belong only to memorial services.
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