I have a friend, so pa­tient, kind, for­bear­ing,
Of all my friends this friend doth love me best;
Though I am weak and sin­ful, yet when shar­ing
His love and mer­cy I am ev­er blest.

He is my Lord, my friend, yea, He’s my bro­ther;
And Je­sus Christ is His most bless­èd name.
He loves more ten­der­ly than any mo­ther;
To rest in Him is more than wealth and fame.

My poor and wretch­ed soul He bought so dear­ly,
And freed from con­dem­na­tion, death, and hell;
The old and bit­ter foe He crushed com­plete­ly;
My soul, re­joice and sing, for all is well!

Thus I’m re­deemed; no more the law pre­vail­eth,
For Christ, the Lord, is my re­deem­er’s name;
His pre­cious blood more than my sins avail­eth;
And cleans­eth me from all my guilt and shame.

With hal­le­lu­jahs here I’d tell the sto­ry,
My Lord to praise, to laud and mag­ni­fy;
And praise His name for­ev­er­more in glo­ry,
Before His throne with all the saints on high.