I have a friend in Yeshua, He’s everything to me,
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul;
The Lily of the Valley, in Him alone I see
All I need to cleanse and make me fully whole.

In sorrows He’s my comfort, in troubles He’s my stay,
He tells me every care on Him to roll.
He’s the Lilly of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star.
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He all my grief has taken, and all my sorrows borne,
In temptation He’s my strong and mighty tower;
I have all for Him forsaken, and all my idols torn
From my heart and now He keeps me by His power.

Though all the world forsake me, and Satan tempt me sore,
Through Yeshua I shall safely reach the goal.
He’s the Lilly of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star.
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.

He will never, never leave me, nor yet forsake me here,
While I live by faith and do His blessed will;
A wall of fire about me, I’ve nothing now to fear,
With His manna He my hungry soul shall fill.

Then sweeping up to glory, to see His blessed face,
Where rivers of delight shall ever roll.
He’s the Lilly of the Valley, the bright and Morning Star.
He’s the fairest of ten thousand to my soul.