Father I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah! wither shall I go?
What did Thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death.
O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy pow’r!
Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.