1 FATHER, I stretch my hands to Thee;
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah, whither shall I go?
2 What did Thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!
3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy power!
Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.
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.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Father, I stretch my hands to thee |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1839 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |