A friend I have called Jesus, Whose love is strong and true,
And never fails howe~ez_rsquo~er ~ez_rsquo~tis tried, no matter what I do;
I~ez_rsquo~ve sinned against this love of His, but when I knelt to pray,
Confessing all my guilt to Him, the sin clouds rolled away.
It~ez_rsquo~s just like Jesus to roll the clouds away,
it~ez_rsquo~s just like Jesus to keep me day by day,
it~ez_rsquo~s just like Jesus all along the way,
It~ez_rsquo~s just like His great love.
Sometimes the clouds of trouble bedim the sky above,
I cannot see my Savior~ez_rsquo~s face, I doubt His wondrous love;
But He, from heaven~ez_rsquo~s mercy seat, beholding my despair,
In pity bursts the clouds between, and shows me He is there.
When sorrow~ez_rsquo~s clouds o~ez_rsquo~ertake me, and break upon my head,
When life seems worse than useless, and I were better dead;
I take my grief to Jesus then, nor do I go in vain,
For heavenly hope He gives that cheers like sunshine after rain.
O, I could sing forever of Jesus~ez_rsquo~ love divine,
Of all His care and tenderness for this poor life of mine;
His love is in and over all, and wind and waves obey,
When Jesus whispers ~ez_ldquo~Peace, be still!" and rolls the clouds away.