I’ve a friend, a pre­cious friend indeed,
One who hears me when for help I plead,
Fills my soul with peace, gives me sweet re­lease,
From the bur­dens hard to bear;
And I love Him more than all be­side,
For upon the rugg­ed cross He died,
Gave His life for me, that I might be free,
And His pre­sence ev­er share.

I am walk­ing with this friend each day;
Sweetest joy He gives me all the way,
Frees my soul from sin, makes me glad with­in,
Fills my life with love’s glad song;
When the storms of earth around me beat,
In His arms I find a sure re­treat,
Safe from ev­ery harm, free from all alarm,
I am weak, but He is strong.

Tho’ the foes of earth may try my soul,
He will ne­ver give to them con­trol;
On Him I de­pend, for He is my friend,
This He’s prov­en o’er and o’er;
When the clouds of grief around me rise,
Jesus comes to me, a glad sur­prise;
Drives the gloom away, turns my night to day—
I shall praise Him ev­er­more.