Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#166

166. Poor, weak, and worthless, though I am

1 Poor, weak and worthless, though I am,
I have a rich almighty friend;
Jesus, the Saviour, is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.

2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood;
And, by his power, my foes controll'd:
He found me wandering far from God,
And brought me to His chosen fold.

3 But, ah! my inmost spirit mourns;
And well my eyes with tears may swim,
To think of my perverse returns:--
I’ve been a faithless friend to him.

4 Often my gracious friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust, and disobey;
And often Satan’s lies believe
Sooner than all my friend can say.

5 Sure, were I not most vile and base,
I could not thus my friend requite!
And were not He the God of grace,
He’d frown and spurn me from his sight.

Text Information

• First Line: Poor, weak, and worthless, though I am
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Names and Characters of Christ: Friend

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