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1.Nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee

  Even  though it be a cross that raith me

  still all my song shall be 

  nearer  my  God to  thee;

  nearer  my  God   to  thee  nearer  to  thee .

2.Though the wanderer the sun gone down

  darkness be over me, my rest a stone

  yet in my dream I'd be

  nearer  my  God to  thee;

  nearer  my  God   to  thee  nearer  to  thee .

3.There let the way appear , step unto heaven

  all  thou sendest me, in mercy given;

  angels to beckon me

  nearer  my  God to  thee;

  nearer  my  God   to  thee  nearer  to  thee .

4.Then with my  waking thoughts with the praise

out of my stony griefs  Bethel  I'll  raise

so by woes to be 

nearer  my  God to  thee;

nearer  my  God   to  thee  nearer  to  thee .





5.Or if on  joyful wing,  cleaving  thy 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 .





   The  holy  city



Last night I lay a-sleeping
There came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there.
I heard the children singing,
And ever as they sang,
Me thought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang.
Me thought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang.


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Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!


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And then me thought my dream was changed,
The streets no longer rang,
Hushed were the glad Hosannas
The little children sang.
The sun grew dark with mystery,
The morn was cold and chill,
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill.
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill.
 
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Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Hark! How the angels sing,
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!
 
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And once again the scene was changed;
New earth there seemed to be;
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless sea;
The light of God was on its streets,
The gates were open wide,
And all who would might enter,
And no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night,
Or sun to shine by day;
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away.
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away.
 
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Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing for the night is o'er!
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna for evermore!


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