Yes, there is ONE indeed,
In Whom these blessings blend;
The very Friend of souls in need,
And faithful to the end.
His love, so true and pure,
Is an undying flame,
Through every change it cloth endure,
And JESUS is His name.
What grace on earth He show’d,
To those who mourn’d and sigh’d;
And, oh! what depth of love o’erflow’d,
When He for sinners died.
Exalted now on high,
With glory crown’d above,
He stoops to hear each feeble cry,
And answer it in love.
Then, turn thou unto Him,
Whate’er thy woe and grief;
What though thine eyes with tears, be dim,
He’ll give thee full relief.
Oh, lay thine head and heart
Upon His holy breast,
And He will heal thy bosom’s smart,
And be Himself thy rest.