Text: | I Need Thee, Precious Jesus |
Author: | Frederick Whitfield |
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,
I need a friend like Thee,
A friend to soothe and pity,
A friend to care for me:
I need the heart of Jesus
To feel each anxious care,
To tell my every trouble,
And all my sorrows share.
4 I need Thee, blesséd Jesus,
I need Thee day by day,
To fill me with Thy fullness,
To lead me on my way;
I need Thy Holy Spirit
To teach me what I am,
To show me more of Jesus,
To point me to the Lamb.
Amen.
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First Line: | I need Thee, precious Jesus |
Title: | I Need Thee, Precious Jesus |
Author: | Frederick Whitfield |
Publication Date: | 1937 |