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.