When Doubt And Conflict Weigh Me Down


When doubt and conflict weigh me down,
And clouds before me rise,
Whose gath’ring gloom and deep’ning shade,
With sorrow fills mine eyes,
‘Tis then I lift my fainting soul,
In prayer that I may be
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

When joys that once I thought so true,
Have lost each balmy sweet,
And withered hopes, like summer flowers,
Lie crushed beneath my feet,
With quivering lip and yearning heart,
I pray on bended knee,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.

While day by day, I journey on,
To reach that world sublime.
That stands in perfect loveliness,
Beyond the shore of time;
My faith looks up and softly breathes,
The prayer so dear to me,
Nearer, my God, to Thee,
Nearer to Thee.