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T e l l I t t o t h e W i n g
Grove Street Cemetery
New Haven, Connecticut
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Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer to Thee
E'en though it be a cross
That raiseth me
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
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God to Thee
Nearer to Thee.
There let my way appear
Steps unto heaven
All that Thou sendest me
In mercy given
Angels to beckon me
Nearer my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer to Thee.
Then with my waking thoughts
Bright with Thy praise
Out of my stony griefs
Bethel I'll raise
So by my woes to be
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
Still all my song shall be
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer, my God, to Thee
Nearer to Thee.
> Sarah Flower Adams <
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Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord,
and whose hope the Lord is.
For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters,
and that spreadeth out her roots by the river,
and shall not see when heat cometh,
but her leaf shall be green;
and shall not be careful in the year of drought,
neither shall cease from yielding fruit.
> Jeremiah 17:7-8 <
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