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Poor, weak and worthless though I am I have a rich almighty friend; Jesus, the Saviour, is His Name; He freely loves, and without end. 2. He ransomed me from hell with blood, And by His pow'r my foes controlled; He found me wand'ring far from God, And brought me to His chosen fold. 3. He cheers my heart, my wants supplies, And says that I shall shortly be, Enthroned with Him above the skies; SongtexteO what a friend is Christ to me! 4. But ah! I 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. 5. Often my gracious Friend I grieve, Neglect, distrust, and disobey, And often Satan's lies believe, Sooner than all my Friend can say. 6. 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. 7. Before the world that hates his course, My treach'rous heart has throbbed with shame; Loth to forego the worlds applause, I hardly dare avow his name. 8. Sure were not I 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. Aus Songtexte Mania