Jesus Is My Best of Friends

Jesus is my best of friends

None like Him ’mongst mor­tals born;

And shall I whom He de­fends

Join the world

His good­ness scorn?

Naught shall raise a part­ing line

To hold me from His ten­der­est love;

One shall be His will and mine

Lifelong here

for aye ab­ove.

Once He suf­fered death for me;

In that death He con­quered sin

Him re­deem­ing still I see;

Wondrous strength from Him I win.

Who could sul­len

sit com­plain­ing

Knowing Christ has sealed his bliss?

Who

the ran­som gift dis­dain­ing

E’er could fly such love as His?

In that well proved love I bide;

Naught from Him this heart shall sev­er.

Angel glo­ry

mor­tal pride

Wealth or want shall part us nev­er.

Depth be­low nor heights ab­ove

E’er shall hold my soul en­ticed

Luring from a Fa­ther’s love

Mine hence­forth in Je­sus Christ.