There is no friend like Jesus,
So constant and so kind;
He heals the wounded spirit,
And calms the troubled mind.
The hungry soul He feedeth
With manna from His store;
And of His living water
We drink to thirst no more.
When weary is our journey,
And heavy is our load,
This constant Friend is with us,
To cheer our toilsome road.
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When bright our path and joyous,
And sunshine floods the way,
Our joy He renders tenfold
More joyous every day.
There is no friend like Jesus,
So constant is His love;
The earth has seen His kindness,
'Twill be enjoyed above.
Through death's dark vale He'll lead us--
That vale He passed before;
With life immortal clothe us,
To be unclothed no more.
And in that land the fairest,
With joys that never end,
Our Lord shall stand supremely,
Our true and constant Friend.