In articulo mortis Caelitus Nearer, my God, to Thee, nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me There let the way appear, steps unto Heav'n; All that Thou sendest me, in mercy giv'n; Excelsior excelsior excelsior excelsior 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; Excelsior excelsior excelsior excelsior Angels to beckon me nearer, my God, to Thee Nearer, my God to Thee, nearer to Thee Excelsior excelsior excelsior excelsior excelsior excelsior excelsior excelsior Or, if on joyful wing cleaving the sky Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I'll fly Excelsior!