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.

What Did Thine Only Son Endure,
Before I Drew My Breath
What Pain, What Labour, To Secure
My Soul From Endless Death !

O Jesus, Could I This Believe,
I Now Should Feel Thy Power ;
And All My Wants Thou Wouldst Relieve
In This Accepted Hour.

Author Of Faith, To Thee I Lift
My Weary, Longing Eyes
Oh, Let Me Now Receive That Gift
My Soul Without It Dies.