By Edwin B. Hartt

Christ my Saviour, Christ my Friend
Christ my Treasure without end;
Christ when waves of sorrow roll,
Christ the Comfort of my soul.

Christ when all around should fail,
Christ when enemies prevail:
Christ when false accusers rise,
Christ my Solace in the skies.

Christ when days are dark and drear,
Christ when all around is clear;
Christ when all the earth is gone,
Christ my Portion on the throne.

Christ at home, and Christ abroad,
Christ my Company on the road;.
Christ in sickness, Christ in health,
Christ in poverty and wealth.

Christ who once on earth has trod,
Christ the blessed “Son of God”
Christ for time and Christ for aye,
Christ for all eternity.

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