Text: | Father, I stretch my hands to thee |
Author: | C. Wesley |
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 Author of faith! to thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:
Oh, let me now receive that gift--
My soul without it dies.
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First Line: | Father, I stretch my hands to thee |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
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Topic: | The Christian System: Repentance and Faith; Unwearied Earnestness |