Father, I Stretch My Hands to Thee

140 Father, I Stretch My Hands to Thee

1 Father, I stretch my hands to Thee;
   No other help I know.
   If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
   Oh! whither shall I go?

2 What did Thine only Son endure,
   Before I drew my breath!
   What pain, what labor to secure
   My soul from endless death!

3 Surely Thou canst not let me die;
   Oh, speak and I shall live;
   And here I will unwearied lie,
   Till Thou Thy Spirit give.

4 Author of faith! to Thee I lift
   My weary, longing eyes;
   Oh, let me now receive that gift!
   My soul without it dies.
                         Charles Wesley
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1964 edition