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1 Poor, weak and worthless tho' I am,
I have a rich almighty friend;
Jesus, the Savior, is his name,
He freely loves, and without end.
2 He ransom'd me from hell with blood,
And, by his power, my foes control'd:
He found me wandering far from God,
And brought me to his chosen fold.
3 He cheers my heart, my wants supplies,
And says that I shall shortly be
Enthron'd with him above the skies,
O! what a friend is Christ to me!
Pause.
4 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.
5 Often my gracious friend I grieve,
Neglect, distrust and disobey,
And often Satan's lies believe,
Sooner than all my friend can say.
6 [He bids me always freely come,
And promises what'er I ask:
But I am straighten'd, cold, and dumb,
And count my privilege a task.
7 Before the world that hates his cause,
My treach'rous heart has throbb'd with shame
Lot to forego the world's applause,
I hardly dare avow his name.]
8 Sure were not I 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.
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First Line: | Poor, weak, and worthless tho' I am |
Title: | Friend |
Author: | Newton |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Characters and Representations of Christ: Friend; Christ: Friend |