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!
Response and Repentance
That Jesus died for me;
And through His blood, His precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.
O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy power;
And all my wants Thou wouldst relieve
In this accepted hour.
That Jesus died for me;
And through His blood, His precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.
Author of faith, to Thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:
Oh, let me now receive that gift;
My soul without it dies.
That Jesus died for me;
And through His blood, His precious blood,
I shall from sin be free.