| Text: | This Is My Friend's Most Precious Art |
| Author: | Johann Friedrich Rock |
| Translator: | Helene Rind |
1 This is my friend's most precious art
And thus His grace He does impart:
He leads me down steep paths of woe
Yea, through dark valleys I must go;
And then through His eternal might
He turns my darkness into light.
2 Then I can say it is His grace
Which He has shown in wondrous ways.
Then I will kiss His loving hand,
My cares will fade at His command.
Each cross I now will gladly bear,
For I trust Him who placed it there.
3 I know His will is always best
Although my heart is oft distressed
And in despair cries out to God:
O Lord, my Rock, forsake me not.
Then all my fears He will erase
And I His holy name will praise.
4 Through this my faith in God will grow;
His word in me great strength will show.
I will be cleansed and purified
Through Christ, who for my sins has died.
Thus fear and doubt will end for me--
The blood of Jesus sets me free.
5 Lord, such a faith bestow on me.
I pray increase my love for Thee,
I pray for strength and patience, too.
And when my time on earth is through,
Then bring me to that peaceful shore
Where I shall praise Thee evermore.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | This is my friend's most precious art |
| Title: | This Is My Friend's Most Precious Art |
| Author: | Johann Friedrich Rock |
| Translator: | Helene Rind |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1992 |
| Source: | German |