Father, I stretch my hands to thee
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Father, I stretch my hands to thee;No other help I know;If thou withdraw thyself from me,Ah, whither shall I go?
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Cho.—I do believe, I now believeThat Jesus died for me,And that he shed his precious bloodFrom sin to set me free.
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On thy dear Son I now believe,O let me feel thy power;And all my varied wants relieve,In this accepted hour.
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Author of faith! to thee I liftMy weary, longing eyes:O let me now receive that gift;My soul without it dies.
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Surely thou canst not let me die;O speak, and I shall live;And here I will unwearied lie,Till thou thy Spirit give.
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How would my fainting soul rejoiceCould I but see thy face!Now let me hear thy quickening voice,And taste thy pardoning grace.