No friend like you—how can this be,
When God and man to talk are free,
The Maker choosing to condescend
And on his creature blessings send?
Your presence turns my common way
To glorious steps; the normal day
To eternal light and heavenly rest—
In Christ I live and know you best.
In quiet submission and peace sublime,
I seek you in my fleeting time;
This sweet communion makes me see
My king and friend coming for me.