A FRIEND of Jesus! what a Name!
How wondrous passing sweet;
It lifts the soul o’er grief and shame,
It brings us to His feet.
With deep unuttered thanks we bow,
And bless Him for the grace,
That raises us from servants now,
To give us such a place.
A friend of Jesus! yes, dear Lord,
If bowed at Thy command,
If ruled and governed by Thy word,
And guided by Thy hand.
Ah! henceforth may it be our joy,
Conditions to fulfill
Which earn that name—our lives employ
To do Thy Holy will.
A friend of Jesus none can tell,
Save those whom He has blessed,
What joy, what rapture ‘tis to dwell,
Leaning upon His breast.
With child-like trust to tell Him all,
To bare the inmost heart,
Concealing naught, nor great, nor small
Disclosing every part.
A friend of Jesus may I be,
I seek no other name;
Then the world’s hate I shall not flee
Nor shrink from scorn, or shame.
Exultant in this mighty Friend
All dangers I shall brave,
And journey safely to the end,
Triumphant o’er the grave.
L. L. MC. L. B.