414 Friend
My Saviour, my almighty Friend, When I begin Thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of Thy grace? Thou art my everlasting trust; Thy goodness I adore; Send down Thy grace, O blessed Lord, That I may love Thee more. My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march with courage in Thy strength, To see the Lord, my God. |