Ellos ven joda, tetra y porro. Yo veo esto

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 I'd be nearer, my God, to thee; 

nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee! 

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven; 

all that thou sendest me, in mercy given; 

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 I'll raise; 

so by my woes to be nearer, my God, to thee; 

nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!  

Or if, on joyful wing 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!