John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Sarah Flower Adams 1805-1848 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| 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! |
| Nearer, my God, to Thee. |
| 2 |
| 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. |
| He sendeth Sun, he sendeth Shower. |
| 3 |
| Once have a priest for enemy, good bye To peace. |
| Vivia Perpetua. Act iii. Sc. ii. |