1 Father, I stretch my hands to Thee; No other help I know; If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah, wither shall I go? 2 On Thy dear Son I now believe, O let me feel Thy power; And all my varied wants relieve, In this accepted hour. 3 Author of faith! To Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes; O let me now receive that gift; My soul without it dies. 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. 5 How would my fainting soul rejoice Could I but see Thy face! Now let me hear Thy quickening voice, And taste Thy pardoning grace. 6 I do believe, I now believe That Jesus died for me, And that He shed His precious blood From sin to set me free.