Friend

Verse 1

Poor, weak, and worthless though I am, I have a rich almighty friend; Jesus, the Saviour, is His name, He freely loves, and without end.

Verse 2

He ransom'd me from hell with blood, And, by His power, my foes controll'd; He found me wand'ring far from God, And brought me to His chosen fold.

Verse 3

But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns; And well my eyes with tears may swim, To think of my perverse returns: I’ve been a faithless friend to Him.

Verse 4

Often my gracious Friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey; And often Satan’s lies believe Sooner than all my Friend can say.

Verse 5

Sure, were I not most vile and base, I could not thus my Friend requite! And were not He the God of grace, He'd frown and spurn me from his sight.