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O JESUS, Friend unfailing,
   How dear Thou art to me!
Are cares or fears assailing?
    I find my strength in Thee.
Why should my feet grow weary
    Of this my pilgrim way?
Rough though the path, and dreary,
    It ends in perfect day.
2  What fills my soul with gladness?
    ’Tis Thine abounding grace;
Where can I look in sadness,
    But, Jesus, on Thy face?
My all is Thy providing;
    Thy love can ne’er grow cold;
In Thee, my refuge, hiding,
    No good wilt Thou withhold.
3  Why should I droop in sorrow?
    Thou art ever by my side:
Why trembling dread the morrow?
    What ill can e’er betide?
If I my cross have taken,
    ’Tis but to follow Thee;
If scorned, despised, forsaken,
    Nought severs Thee from me.
4  For every tribulation,
    For every sore distress,
In Christ I’ve full salvation,
    Sure help and quiet rest.
No fear of foes prevailing,
    I triumph, Lord, in Thee;
O Jesus, Friend unfailing,
    How dear art Thou to me!
Samuel Christian Gottfried Küster, 1762-1838,
tr Hannah Kilham Burlingham, 1842-1901