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: I???ve been a faithless friend to Him. Often my gracious Friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey; And often Satan???s lies believe Sooner than all my Friend can say. He bids me always freely come, And promises whate???er I ask: But I am straitened, cold and dumb, And count my privilege a task Before the world that hates His course, My treach???rous 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, He???d frown and spurn me from His sight.