Once have a priest for enemy, good bye To peace. - Sarah Fuller Flower Adams

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 to Thee!

He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,-
Alike they’re needful to the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul fit nourishment.
As comes to me or cloud or sun,
Father! thy will, not mine, be done.

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.