#8The Friend in Need
Hymn Display
1
THE friends that flee when trials come,
Are not the friends for me;
Like frighted birds, ah! see how soon
Their place will vacant be.
But there's a Friend I dearly love,
Who for me left the realms above,
And died upon the tree–
Oh! that's the Friend for me, &c.
2
This world, with all its fleeting show,
Is not the world for me;
'Tis mix'd with many tears of woe,
And scenes of misery.
But there's a world so pure and fair,
And all the saints shall enter there,
From sin and sorrow free–
Oh! I that's the world for me, &c.
3
A City fair, for saints a home,
From God is coming down;
His children rest, no more to roam,
In New Jerusalem.
Oh! Jesus come! come quickly! come!
We long to see our heavenly home
Of immortality–
Oh! that's the home for me, &c.
Additional Information
Copyright:
Public Domain
Quick Info
- Hymnal
- Hymns for Second Advent Believers who Observe the Sabbath of the Lord
- Number
- #8
- Language
- English
- Year
- 1852