I could not do without Thee,
O Savior of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost;
Thy righteousness, thy pardon,
Thy precious blood, must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.
I could not do without thee,
I cannot stand alone,
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But thou, beloved Savior,
Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power
If leaning hard on thee.
I could not do without thee,
For O the way is long,
And I am often weary,
And sigh replaces song:
How could I do without thee?
I do not know the way;
Thou knowest, and thou leadest,
And wilt not let me stray.
I could not do without thee,
O Jesus, Savior dear;
E'en when my eyes are holden,
I know that thou art near.
How dreary and how lonely
This changeful life would be,
Without the sweet communion,
The secret rest with thee!
I could not do without thee;
No other friend can read
The spirit's strange deep longings,
Interpreting its need;
No human heart could enter
Each dim recess of mine,
And soothe, and hush, and calm it,
O blessed Lord, but thine.
I could not do without thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn loneness
The river must be passed;
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But thou wilt never leave me,
And though the waves roll high,
I know thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, "It is I."
Amen.