(Greenwood, S. M. ) C. Winkworth.
1 Since Jesus is my friend,
And I to him belong,
It matters not what foes intend,
However fierce and strong.
2 He whispers in my breast
Sweet words of holy cheer,
How they who seek in God their rest
Shall ever find him near;
3 How God hath built above
A city fair and new,
Where eye and heart shall see and prove
What faith has counted true.
4 My heart for gladness springs ;
It cannot more be sad ;
For every joy it smiles and sings,—
Sees naught but sunshine glad.
5 The sun that lights mine eyes
Is Christ, the Lord I love;
I sing for joy of that which lies
Stored up for me above.