Words: , 1656 (Ist Gott für mich, so trete); trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by , 1855.

Music: Green­wood, , 1849.

Since Jesus is my Friend,
And I to Him belong,
It matters not what foes intend,
However fierce and strong.

He whispers in my breast
Sweet words of holy cheer;
How they who seek in God their rest
Shall ever find Him near.

My heart for gladness springs;
It cannot more be sad;
For very joy it laughs and sings,
Sees naught but sunshine glad.

The Sun that lights mine eyes
Is Christ, the Lord I love;
I sing for joy of that which lies
Stored up for me above.