He drew me with the cords of love, And thus He bound me to Him; And round my heart still closely twine Those ties which naught can be sever, For I am His, and He is mine, For ever and for ev-er. 2 I've found a Friend; Osuch a Friend! He bled, He died to save me; And not alone the gift of life, But His own self He gave me. Naught that I have mine own I'll call, I'll hold it for the Giver; My heart, my strength, my life, my all, Are His, and His for ever. 3 I've found a Friend; O such a Friend, So kind and true and tender! So wise a Counsellor and Guide, Rev. James G. Small, 1866 297 SAWLEY C. M. 4 James Walch, 1860 I Jesus, these eyes have nev - er seen That radiant form of Thine; The veil of sense hangs dark be-tween Thy bless-ed face and mine. A - MEN. 2 Peace, perfect peace, by thronging duties pressed? 3 Peace, perfect peace, with sorrows surging round? 4 Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away? 5 Peace, perfect peace, our future all unknown? 6 Peace, perfect peace, death shadowing us and ours? 7 It is enough: earth's struggles soon shall cease, Bishop Edward H. Bickersteth, 1875 Whate'er events betide, Thy will they all perform; Safe in Thy breast my head I hide, Nor fear the coming storm. 4 Let good or ill befall, It must be good for me; Rev. Henry F. Lyte, 1834 |