More Than a Friend to Me

The Sav­ior of sin­ners

From glo­ry came down

My hope of sal­va­tion to be;

Was scourged for my guilt

And was mocked with a crown—

He’s more than a friend to me.

He’s more than a friend

More than a friend

He’s more than a friend to me;

This Sav­ior of sin­ners

This King of all kings

Is more than a friend to me.

When brok­en with sor­row

And trem­bling with fear

To Him with my bur­den I flee;

No mat­ter what trou­bles

Or tri­als ap­pear—

He’s more than a friend to me.

In mo­ments of weak­ness

Upon Him I lean

His pro­mise my hope and my plea;

So gent­ly He leads

tho’

His hand is un­seen—

He’s more than a friend to me.

Sometime in His beau­ty

Thro’ won­der­ful grace

This King of all kings I shall see;

And oh

’twill be heav­en

To look on His face—

He’s more than a friend to me.