My Beloved and My Friend
By Llewellyn A. Morrison
I'm a sinner saved by grace,
I was dark with sin, indeed,
And the judgment for my doings
And defilement did impend,
When I heard of Christ, the Saviour,
Who for me would intercede;
So I called Him for my "Daysman"
And my Friend. O, the fulness of the joy!
O, the pureness of the love!
O, the blessedness of pardon
From the very throne above!
Rest, delight, and peace unending,
While the blessed moments roll!
He is now my own Beloved,
And there's glory in my soul. How I grieved my Lord and Master,
None may ever learn or know.
I was vile and foul and hateful
As could to the pit descend;
But He cleansed and purified me—
Made my sin as white as snow—
When I called Him for my Comforter
And Friend. I am His. He comes beside me
In the tumult of the day,
Keeps me sweet and holds me steady
Through its trials to the end;
Fills my life with song and sunshine
All along my pilgrim way,
For He is my best Beloved
And my Friend.