What shall I do my God to love

What shall I do my God to love,
Who pours His blessings from above,
And comforts without end!
Let all my grateful soul embrace
His rich inestimable grace
Vouchsafed me in a friend.

WLy former friend (for ever dear,
For ever mention'd with a tear)"
Did long ago depart:
On honour's fatal Gilboa
He vilely cast his shield away,
And broke my faithful heart.

But Ib! when. Jonathan was dead,
I found an Hushai in his stead,
Restorer of my peace,
A friend in all my conflicts tried,
Who never parted from my side,
Or left me in distress.

A minister of heavenly love,
In paths that tend to joys above
My shining pattern treads:
He meets me still in Jesu's name,
And back to Him from whom he came,
My thankful spirit leads.

Friend of my soul, its griefs he shares,
Confirms my hands by mighty prayers,
And props my feeble knees j
On earth he helps me to look down,
And bids me seize with him the crown
Of life, and righteousness.

Oh! might I rise by love restored,
And following him, as he his Lord,
These storms of care outfly,
This cloudy atmosphere transcend,
And claim, and grasp my happy friend
In purer worlds on high!