In articulo mortis
Caelitus mihi vires
Nearer my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me.
There let the way appear,
Steps unto heaven
All that Thou sendest me,
In mercy given
Still all my song shall be
Nearer my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone,
Angels to beckon me
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.
Or if on joyful wing,
Cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot,
Upward I fly.
Excelsior

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