I’ve found a Friend; O such a Friend!
He bled, He died to save me;
And not alone the gift of life,
But His own self He gave me.
Naught that I have mine own I’ll call,
I’ll hold it for the Giver;
My heart, my strength, my life, my all,
Are His, and His for ever.
(The second stanza of James G. Small, “I’ve Found a Friend,” written in the 1860s.)