I need Thee precious Jesus,
For
I am very poor;
A
stranger and a pilgrim,
I
have no earthly store.
I
need the love of Jesus
To
cheer me on my way,
To
guide my doubting foot steps,
To
be my strength and stay.
2
I
need the heart of Jesus
To
feel each anxious care,
To
tell my every trial,
And
all my sorrows share.
I
need the Holy Spirit
To
teach me what I am,
To
show me more of Jesus,
To
point me to the Lamb.
3
I
need Thee precious Jesus,
I
hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled
with the rainbow,
And
seated on Thy throne.
There
with Thy blood-bought children,
My
joy shall ever be
To
sing Thy ceaseless praises,
To
gaze, my Lord, on Thee!