1 Father, I stretch mine hands to thee,
No other help I know:
If thou withdraw thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go!
2 What did thine only son endure
Before I drew my breath!
What pain, what labour to secure
My soul from endless death!
3 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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First Line: | Father, I stretch mine hands to thee |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Father |