Poor, weak, and worthless though I am

Poor, weak, and worthless though I am, I have a rich, almighty friend; Jesus, the Saviour, is His name; He freely loves, and without end.

He ransomed me from hell with blood, And by His power my foes controlled; He found me wand'ring far from God, And brought me to His chosen fold,

He cheers my heart, my want supplies, And says that I shall shortly be Enthroned with Him above the skies; O what a friend is Christ to me!