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