My Lord and I

I have a friend so pre­cious

So ve­ry dear to me

He loves me with a ten­der love

He loves me faith­ful­ly;

I could not live apart from Him

I love to feel Him nigh;

And so we dwell to­ge­ther

My Lord and I.

Sometimes I’m faint and wea­ry

He knows that I am weak;

And as He bids me lean on Him

His help I’ll glad­ly seek;

He leads me in the path of light

Beneath a sun­ny sky;

And so we dwell to­ge­ther

My Lord and I.

He knows how much I love Him

He knows I love Him well;

But with what love He lov­eth me

My tongue can nev­er tell;

It is an ev­er­last­ing love

In ever rich sup­ply;

And so we dwell to­ge­ther

My Lord and I.

I tell Him all my sor­rows

I tell Him all my joys

I tell Him all that pleas­es me

I tell Him what an­noys;

He tells me what I ought to do

He tells me what to try;

And so we dwell to­ge­ther

My Lord and I.

He knows how I am long­ing

Some wea­ry soul to win

And so He bids me go and speak

A lov­ing word for Him;

He bids me tell His won­drous love

And why He came to die;

And so we dwell to­ge­ther

My Lord and I.