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 1939 edition
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