J. Newton
ONE there is above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother’s,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.
2
Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could, or would, have shed his blood?
Christ, the Savior, died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed;
Jesus is a Friend in need.
3
When He lived on earth abased,
Friend of sinners was His Name;
Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same:
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.
4
Oh, for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas, forget too often
What a Friend we have above;
But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.