670 ~ Father, I Stretch My Hands
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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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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 lift My 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 rejoice Could I but see Thy face! Now let me hear Thy quickening voice, And taste Thy pardoning grace.
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I do believe, I now believe That Jesus died for me, And that He shed His precious blood From sin to set me free.