I Sing of the Love of Jesus (Flowers)

I have a friend

a pre­cious friend

On whom I al­ways can depend;

He is so ten­der

true and kind

In Him a re­fuge sure I find.

From storm and tri­al He hid­eth me

I’ll trust Him when I can­not see;

From fear and sin He makes me free

This friend so dear is Je­sus.

I sing of the love of Je­sus

For He is so pre­cious to me;

In pas­tures green He lead­eth

My shep­herd and keep­er is He.

Wherever He leads I will fol­low

For in Him rich bless­ings I see;

I sing of the love of Je­sus

For He is so pre­cious to me.

When strange­ly test­ed thru and thru

I al­ways know just what to do;

I go to Him who feels my woe

And this is why I love Him so.

He un­der­stands each act and deed

And al­ways helps in time of need;

Where could I find a tru­er friend

A kind­er friend than Je­sus?

The love of Je­sus is so sweet

In Him is ev­ery­thing com­plete;

My on­ly pray­er

my on­ly plea

Is more of Christ and less of me.

Some day when life’s short race is run

My bless­èd Lord will say

Well done;

What words could sound more sweet to me

Than these my Sav­ior speak­eth?