Words of a hymn sung in the rocks and caves of France during the fierce persecution of the Huguenots, 300 years ago.
I have a Friend so precious,
So very dear to me;
He loves me with such tender love,
He loves so faithfully.
I could not live apart from Him,
I love to feel Him nigh;
And so we dwell together,
My Lord and I.
Sometimes I’m faint and weary,
He knows that I am weak,
And as He bids me lean on Him,
His help I gladly seek.
He leads me in the paths of light,
Beneath a sunny sky,
And so we walk together,
My Lord and I.
I tell Him all my sorrows,
I tell Him all my joys,
I tell all that pleases me,
I tell Him what annoys;
He tells me what I ought to do,
He tells me what to try,
And so we talk together,
My Lord and I.
He knows how much I love Him,
He knows I love Him well;
But with what love He loveth me,
No tongue can ever tell
It is an everlasting love,
In ever rich supply;
And so we love each other,
My Lord and I.
He knows how I am longing
Some weary soul to win;
And so He bids me go and speak
A loving word for Him.
He bids me tell His wondrous love
And why He came to die,
And so we work together,
My Lord and I.
He tells me of His kingdom,
It is not far away;
And oh, His heart is longing
To take me there some day;
Immortal joys are waiting,
And joys that never die;
Soon there we’ll reign together,
My Lord and I.
ML 01/25/1903