When all looks dark on before,
Trustful I come with my trials,
And Jesus and I talk them o’er.
Hushed is the voice of temptation,
Vanished the burdens I bore,
Gone is the heartache and sorrow
When Jesus and I talk them o’er.
His presence fills me with gladness,
His love my peace doth restore,
Quickly my troubles are scattered
When Jesus and I talk them o’er.
Life grows the brighter and sweeter,
Gladness is mine more and more
When I tell him all my longings,
And Jesus and I talk them o’er.
Chorus
Jesus and I talk them o’er,
Jesus and I talk them o’er,
Scattered each fear,
Ills disappear
When Jesus and I talk them o’er.
L. E. Jones, alt.
One there is, above all others,
Well deserves the name of Friend;
His is love beyond a brother’s,
Costly, free, and knows no end:
They, who once His kindness prove,
Find it everlasting love.
Which of all our friends, to save us,
Could or would have shed his blood?
But our Jesus died to have us
Reconciled in Him to God:
This was boundless love indeed!
Jesus is a friend in need.
When He lived on earth abased,
“Friend of sinners” was His name;
Now above all glory raised,
He rejoices in the same.
Still He calls them brethren, friends,
And to all their wants attends.
Could we bear from one another
What He daily bears from us?
Yet this glorious Friend and Brother
Loves us though we treat Him thus:
Though for good we render ill,
He accounts us brethren still.
O for grace our hearts to soften!
Teach us, Lord, at length to love;
We, alas! forget too often
What a Friend we have above:
But when home our souls are brought,
We will love Thee as we ought.
Rev. John Newton
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