First Line: Father, I stretch my hands to Thee,

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.