By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee,
      No other help I know;
      If thou withdraw thyself from me,
      Ah! whither shall I go?

      2 What did thy only Son endure
      Before I drew my breath;
      What pain, what labour, to secure
      My soul from endless death!

      3 O Jesus, could I this believe,
      I now should feel thy power;
      Now all my wants thou wouldst relieve
      In this, the accepted hour.

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

      5 Surely thou canst not let me die;
      O speak, and I shall live!
      For here I will unwearied lie,
      Till thou thy Spirit give.

      6 How would my fainting soul rejoice,
      Could I but see thy face!
      Now let me hear thy quickening voice,
      And taste thy pardoning grace!