None Lacks a Friend Who Hath Thy Love

None lacks a friend who hath thy love,
and may converse and walk with thee,
and with the saints, here and above,
with whom forever I must be.

In the communion of God's saints
is wisdom, safety, and delight;
and when my heart declines and faints,
it's lifted by their warmth and light.

As for my friends, they are not lost;
the sev'ral vessels of thy fleet,
though parted now, by tempests toss'd,
shall safely in the haven meet.

Still we are centered all in thee,
members, though distant, of one Head;
in the same family we be,
by the same faith and Spirit led.

Before thy throne we daily meet
as joint petitioners to thee;
in spirit we each other greet,
and shall again each other see.

The heavenly hosts, world without end,
shall be my company above;
and thou, my best and surest friend,
who shall divide me from thy love?