I Could not do without thee,
0h Savior of the lost!
Whose wondrous love 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 perfect strength in weakness
And perfect strength in weakness
Is theirs who lean on thee.
I could not do without thee,
For, oh, the way is long,
And I am often weary,
And sigh replaces song
How could I go 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!
For life is fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn loneness
The river must be past.
But thou wilt never leave me,
But thou wilt never leave me,
And though the waves roll high,
I know thou wilt be with me,
And whisper, "It is I."
Miss Frances Ridley Havergal
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