Father, I Stretch My Hands

1Father,
I stretch my hands to Thee;
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah, whither shall I go?

2On Thy dear Son I now believe,
O let me feel Thy power;
And all my varied wants relieve,
In this accepted hour.

3Author of faith! to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift;
My soul without it dies.

4Surely Thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till Thou Thy Spirit give.

5How would my fainting soul rejoice Could I but see Thy face!
Now let me hear Thy quick'ning voice,
And taste Thy pard'ning grace.

6I do believe,
I now believe That Jesus died for me,
And that He shed His precious blood From sin to set me free.