I have a Friend, a precious Friend,
Unchanging, wise, and true:
The Chief among ten thousand.
O! I wish you knew Him, too.
Encompassed with a host of foes,
Weary in heart and limb,
I know who waits to soothe my woes.
Have you a friend like Him?
He comforts me; He strengthens me. How can I then repine?
He loveth me. This precious Friend,
In life or death, is mine.
ML 07/26/1931