Near- er, my God, to Thee, Near - er, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! Sav-iour, when night in-volves the skies, My soul, a dor - ing, turns to Thee; b-4 With His loving eye look- ing down from the sky, And His holy arm spread o'er us, His holy arm spread o'er us. o'er us. Fine. mor in the might of the Lord of light With ar angels with song awaits of tion. We sons of the day may greet Him, The sons of the day may greet Him. ron. Gerard Moultrie |