Father I stretch my hands to thee

Father I stretch my hands to thee
No other help I know
If thou withdraw thyself from me
Ah whither shall I go

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

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

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

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

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