A Friend have I who standeth near

A Friend have I who standeth near,
To comfort me and still each fear;
It is my Lord and Savior dear,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

In vain may fancy strive to trace
My Savior's beauty and His grace;
More fair than I can dream, His face,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

The precious hope I have each day
Illumines all my earthly way,
That He will take me home to stay,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

With that fair mansion e'er in view,
My pilgrim journey I pursue,
And try my Savior's will to do,
Whom, having not seen, I love.

Chorus
And He is preparing a place
For me in His home above,
Where I shall behold His face,
Whom, having not seen, I love.
     Maud Frazer