Nearer, My God to Thee

Dream of Jacob

Words: Sarah Flower Adams

Music: Lowell Mason

Tune: Bethany

Copyright: Public Domain
Main Subject: God's Comfort
Scripture: Gen. 28:11-19

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;
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;
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 fly,
Still all my song shall be,
Nearer, my God, to thee;
Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

It Is Well with My Soul

Text: Horatio G. Spafford

Music: Philip P. Bliss

Copyright: Public Domain 

Main subject: Peace

Scripture: Psalm 146:1

    1. When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
      When sorrows like sea billows roll;
      Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
      It is well, it is well, with my soul.

          * Refrain:
            It is well, with my soul,
            It is well, it is well, with my soul.
   2. Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
      Let this blest assurance control,
      That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
      And hath shed His own blood for my soul.

   3. My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
      My sin, not in part but the whole,
      Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
      Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!

   4. For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
      If Jordan above me shall roll,
      No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life
      Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.

   5. But, Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
      The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
      Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
      Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul!

   6. And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
      The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
      The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
      Even so, it is well with my soul.