He Wants Not Friends That Hath Thy Love

He wants not friends that hath Thy love

And may con­verse and walk with Thee;

And with Thy saints here and above

With whom for­ev­er I must be.

In the com­mun­ion of the saints

Is wis­dom

safe­ty and de­light;

And

when my heart de­clines and faints

It’s raised by their heat and light.

As for my friends

they are not lost;

The sev­er­al ves­sels of Thy fleet

Though part­ed now

by tem­pests tossed

Shall safe­ly in the hav­en meet.

Still we are cen­tered all in Thee

Members

though dist­ant

of one head;

In the same fa­mi­ly we be

By the same faith and Spir­it led.

Before Thy throne we dai­ly meet

As joint pe­ti­tion­ers to Thee;

In spir­it we each oth­er greet

And shall again each oth­er see.

The heav’n­ly hosts

world with­out end

Shall be my com­pa­ny above;

And Thou

my best and sur­est friend

Who shall di­vide me from Thy love?