I have found a friend in Jesus. He's everything to me. He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see. All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole. In sorrow he's my comfort, in trouble he's my stay, He tells me every care on him to roll. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here, While I live by faith and do His blessed will. A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear, with his manna he my hungry soul shall fill Then sweeping up to glory, to see His blessed face, Where rivers of delight shall ever roll. He's the Lily of the Valley, the bright and morning star, He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul. He's the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.
"Are ye able," said the Master, "To be crucified with Me?" "Yea," the sturdy dreamers answered "To the death we follow Thee." "Lord, make us able," Our spirits are Thine, Remold them, make us like Thee, divine Thy guiding radiance above us shall be A beacon to God, To love and loyalty. "Are ye able," to remember, When a thief lifts up his eyes, That his pardoned soul is worthy Of a place in Paradise? "Lord, make us able," Our spirits are Thine, Remold them, make us like Thee, divine Thy guiding radiance above us shall be A beacon to God, To love and loyalty. A beacon, beacon to God, To love and loyalty.
