Text: | Christ, a True Friend |
Author: | Swain |
1 A Friend there is, your voices join,
Ye saints, to praise his name,
Whose truth and kindness are divine,
Whose love’s a constant flame.
2 When most we need his helping hand,
This Friend is always near;
With heaven and earth at his command,
He waits to answer prayer.
3 His love no end or measure knows;
No change can turn its course;
Immutably the same, it flows
From one eternal source!
4 When frowns appear to veil his face,
And clouds surround his throne,
He hides the purpose of his grace,
To make it better known.
5 And if our dearest comforts fall
Before his sovereign will,
He never takes away our all –
Himself he gives us still.
6 [Our sorrows in the scale he weighs,
And measures out our pains;
The wildest storm his word obeys;
His word its rage restrains.]
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First Line: | A Friend there is, your voices join |
Title: | Christ, a True Friend |
Author: | Swain |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Offices and Characters of Christ |