Poor, Weak And Worthless Though I Am
I Have A Rich Almighty Friend;
Jesus, The Savior, Is His Name;
He Freely Loves, And Without End.
He Ransomed Me From Hell With Blood,
And By His Power My Foes Controlled;
He Found Me Wandering Far From God,
And Brought Me To His Chosen Fold.
He Cheers My Heart, My Wants Supplies,
And Says That I Shall Shortly Be,
Enthroned With Him Above The Skies;
O What A Friend Is Christ To Me!
But, Ah! My Inmost Spirit Mourns;
And Well My Eyes With Tears May Swim,
To Think Of My Perverse Returns:
Iāve Been A Faithless Friend To Him.
Often My Gracious Friend I Grieve,
Neglect, Distrust, And Disobey;
And Often Satanās Lies Believe
Sooner Than All My Friend Can Say.
He Bids Me Always Freely Come,
And Promises Whatever I Ask:
But I Am Straitened, Cold And Dumb,
And Count My Privilege A Task
Before The World That Hates His Course,
My Treacherous Heart Has Throbbed With Shame;
Loath To Forego The Worlds Applause,
I Hardly Dare Avow His Name.
Sure, Were I Not Most Vile And Base,
I Could Not Thus My Friend Requite!
And Were Not He The God Of Grace,
Heād Frown And Spurn Me From His Sight.