One sweetly solemn thought
comes to me o’er and o’er:
I am nearer home today
Than I’ve ever been before,
Nearer my Father’s house
Where the many mansions be,
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea,
Nearer the bounds of life
where we lay our burdens down,
Nearer leaving the cross,
Nearer gaining the crown.
But lying darkly between,
Winding a-down through the night,
Is the silent, unknown stream
That leads at last to the light.
Father, be near when my feet
are slipping o’er the brink,
For it may be I am nearer home,
Nearer now than I think.