Comes to me o’er and o’er;
Nearer to my home today am I
Than e’er I’ve been before.
2 Nearer my Father’s house,
Where many mansions be;
Nearer, today, the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea.
3 Nearer the bound of life,
Where burdens are laid down;
Nearer to leave the heavy cross,
Nearer to gain the crown.
4 Father, perfect my trust!
Strengthen my power of faith!
Nor let me stand, at last, alone
Upon the shore of death.
Author: Phoebe Cary
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