Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

163 (8.7.8.7) John Newton

One there is, above all others,

Well deserves the name of friend;

His is love beyond a brother's,

Costly, free, and knows no end:

Which of all our friends, to save us,

Could or would have shed their blood?

But our Saviour dy'd to have us

Reconcil'd in him to God.

When He liv'd on earth abased,

Friend of sinners was his name;

Now, above all glory raised,

He rejoices in the same:

Oh! for grace our hearts to soften!

Teach us, Lord, at length to love;

We, alas! forget too often,

What a friend we have above.