The Sweetsers - Friend Of Sinners

Gently spoken, your words a token
Of a love I never knew
Tax collector, sin-perfector
Look, this rabbi's calling you

And I am undone that you
Would call me as your friend
Oh friend of sinners
Oh friend of sinners
And imperfect as I am
You call me where I stand
Oh friend of sinners
Oh friend of sinners

She lies there weeping, the tears are seeping
Mixed with love and sweet perfume
Jesus, healer, truth-revealer
All she ever wants is you

And I am undone that you
Would call her as your own
Oh friend of sinners
Oh friend of sinners
And imperfect as she is
Your grace, a holy kiss
Oh friend of sinners
Oh friend of sinners

Greater love, you said, has no man
Than that he would do just this
To lay his life down
This sweetest life down
To save a wretch and give him bliss

And I am undone that you
Would call me as your friend
Oh friend of sinners
Oh friend of sinners
And imperfect as I am
You call me where I stand
Oh friend of sinners
Oh friend of sinners
Oh friend of mine

Written by:
Daniel Sweetser

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