1 I need Thee, precious Jesus,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty,
My heart is dead within:
I need the cleansing fountain
Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner's perfect plea.
2 I need Thee, blesséd Jesus,
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store;
I need the love of Jesus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps,
To be my strength and stay.
3 I need Thee, blesséd Jesus,
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow,
And seated on Thy throne!
There, with Thy blood-bought children,
My joy shall ever be,
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
To gaze, my Lord, on Thee!
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First Line: | I need Thee, precious Jesus |
Meter: | 7s & 6s |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Christ: needed; Christians: their life and experience; Consolation(5 more...) |
Notes: | Author from index: F. Whitfield |