1 I could not do without Thee,
O Saviour of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost;
Thy righteousness, Thy pardon,
Thy sacrifice, must be
My only hope and comfort,
My glory and my plea.
2 I could not do without Thee,
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.
3 I could not do without Thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And now in solemn silence
The river must be passed;
But Thou wilt never leave me,
And, tho' the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, "It is I."