Father, I stretch my hands to Thee ; No other help I know : If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah, whither shall I go ?
I do believe, I do believe That Jesus died for me ; And through His blood, His precious blood, I shall from sin be free.
2. What did Thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath ; What pain, what labour, to secure My soul from endless death !
3. O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy power ; And all my wants Thou wouldst In this accepted hour. [relieve
4. Author of faith, to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes : Oh, let me now receive that gift ; My soul without it dies.