Friend of Mine
I have not seen Him face to face
But I have seen Him by His grace
I have not heard His gentle voice
But at His Words I do rejoice
I have not felt His hand in mine
But I’m abiding in the vine
His fragrance is unknown to me
But prayer is incense pure and free
I have not tasted Heaven’s treat
But fellowship in Him is sweet
Intangible to eye or ear
But I know He’s always near
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