One sweetly solemn thought
Comes to me o'er and o'er;
I'm nearer home to-day
Than e'er I've been before.

Cho. -- I'm nearer my home, nearer my home,
Nearer my home to-day;
Yes, nearer my home in heav'n to-day,
Than ever I've been before.

2 Nearer my Father's house
Where the blest mansions be;
Nearer the great white throne,
Nearer the crystal sea;

3 Nearer the bound where we
Must lay our burdens down,
Nearer to leave the cross,
Nearer to gain the crown.

4 The waves of that deep sea
Roll dark before my sight,
But break, the other side,
Upon a shore of light.

5 Oh! if my mortal feet
Have almost gained the brink,
If I am nearer home
To-day than e'en I think,

6 Father! perfect my trust,
That I may rest, in death,
On Christ, my Lord, alone,
And thus resign my breath.

Phoebe Cary, 1852 a.