Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing!
How dear Thou art to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?
I find my strength in Thee:
Why should my feet grow weary
Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path and dreary,
It ends in perfect day.

Nought, nought I count as pleasure,
Compared, O Christ, with Thee;
Thy sorrow without measure
Earned peace and joy for me.
I love to own, Lord Jesus,
Thy claims o'er me divine;
Bought with Thy blood most precious
Whose can I be but Thine?

What fills my heart with gladness?
'Tis Thy abounding grace!
Where can I look in sadness,
But, Saviour, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing,
Thy love can ne'er grow cold;
In Thee, my refuge, hiding,
No good wilt Thou withhold.

Why should I droop in sorrow?
Thou'rt ever by my side!
Why, trembling, dread the morrow?
What ill can e'er betide?
If I my cross have taken,
'Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
Nought severs Thee from me.

O worldly pomp and glory,
Your charms are spread in vain;
I've heard a sweeter story,
I've found a truer gain.
Where Christ a place prepareth
There is my loved abode,
There shall I gaze on Jesus,
There shall I dwell with God.

From every tribulation,
From every sore distress,
In Christ I've full salvation,
Sure help and quiet rest:
No fear of foes prevailing,
I triumph, Lord, in Thee!
Lord Jesus, Friend unfailing!
How dear Thou art to me.