O Je­sus, friend un­fail­ing,
How dear Thou art to me!
Are cares or fears as­sail­ing?
I find my strength in Thee.
Why should my feet grow wea­ry
Of this my pil­grim way?
Rough tho’ the path and drea­ry,
It ends in per­fect day.

Naught, naught I count as plea­sure,
Compared, O Lord, with Thee;
Thy sor­row, with­out mea­sure,
Earned peace and joy for me.
I love to own, Lord Je­sus,
Thy claims o’er me di­vine;
Bought with Thy blood most pre­cious,
Whose can I be but Thine?

O world­ly pomp and glo­ry,
Your charms are spread in vain!
I’ve heard a sweet­er story,
I’ve found a tru­er gain.
Where Christ a place pre­par­eth,
There is my loved abode;
There shall I gaze on Je­sus:
There shall I dwell with God.

For ev­ery tri­bu­la­tion,
For ev­ery sore dis­tress,
In Christ I’ve full sal­va­tion,
Sure help and qui­et rest.
No fear of foes pre­vail­ing!
I tri­umph, Lord, in Thee:
O Je­sus, friend un­fail­ing,
How dear Thou art to me!