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Phoebe Cary.

Solemnly.

1. One sweetly sol - emn thought Comes

2. Nearer my Fa - ther’s house, Where the

3. Nearer the bound of life, Where we

4. But lying darkly be - tween, Wind-ing

to me o’er and o’er; I am nearer home to -

ma - ny man - sions be; Nearer the great white

lay our bur - dens down. Nearer leaving the

down through the night, Is the silent, unknown

day Than I ever have be - fore.

throne, Nearer the crystal sea;

cross, Nearer gaining the crown!

stream, That lends at last to the light.