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 Id be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer to Thee There let the way appear, Steps unto heavn, All that thou sendest me, In mercy givn, 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 Ill raise, So by my woes to be Nearer, my God to thee, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee Or if, on joyful sing 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.
Quotes about wanderer (16 Quotes)
A wanderer is man from his birth.
I am a wanderer passionately in love with life.
The Museum is not meant for the wanderer to see by accident or for the pilgrim to see with awe. It is meant for the mere slave of a routine of self-education to stuff himself with every sort of incongruous intellectual food in one indigestible meal. . .
As the innocent infant relies upon the mother for sustenance, so the innocent wanderer, following his native compassion and bliss, relies upon the natural intelligence of life to sustain him. There are various Ways. There is the Way of salvation by the law of Buddha, the Way of Confucius governing the Way of learning, the Way of healing as a doctor, as a poet teaching the Way of Waka, tea, archery, and many arts and skills. Each man practices as he feels inclined.
The Wanderer finds success through smallness. Perseverance brings good fortune to The Wanderer.
I had a wonderful childhood, but I was a wanderer from year one.
Great is the love of God and man
While I am trembling in thine arms, wild wanderer of the wilderness!
A pilgrim is a wanderer with purpose.
Thou waitest for the spark from heaven and we, Light half-believers in our casual deeds ... Who hesitate and falter life away, And lose tomorrow the ground won today Ah, do not we, Wanderer, await it too.
The lonely wanderer, who watches by the seashore the waves that roll between him and his home, talks of cruel facts, material barriers that, just because they are material, and not ideal, shall be the irresistible foes of his longing heart.
My mother was the total influence. My father was what we call a nomadic person; he was a wanderer.
There, by the starlit fences The wanderer halts and hears My soul that lingers sighing About the glimmering weirs.
Your smiling in your brother's face is charity an exhortation of your fellow man to virtuous deeds is equal to almsgiving, your putting a wanderer in the right road is charity, your assisting the blind is charity your removing stones and thorns and other obstructions from the road is charity your giving water to the thirsty is charity.
To Helen Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand, Ah Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land.
A wanderer is man from his birth. He was born in a ship On the breast of the river of Time.