Words by Charles William Fry
Music by William Shakespeare Hays
1881

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 His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I've nothing now to fear,
With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.

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

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.

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

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