Father, I stretch my hands to Thee;
No
other help I know;
If
Thou withraw Thyself from me,
Ah,
whither shall I go?
2
On
Thy dear Son I now believe,
O
let me feel Thy power;
And
all my varied wants relieve,
In
this accepted hour.
3
Author
of faith! To Thee I lift
My
weary, longing eyes;
O
let me now receive that gift;
My
soul without it dies.
4
Surely
Thou canst not let me die;
O
speak, and I shall live;
And
here I will unwearied lie,
Till
Thou Thy Spirit give.
5
How
would my fainting soul rejoice
Could
I but see Thy face!
Now
let me hear Thy quickening voice,
And
taste Thy pardoning grace.
6
I
do believe, I now believe
That
Jesus died for me,
And
that He shed His precious blood
From
sin to set me free.