Father, I Stretch My Hands to Thee Lyrics
Father, I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?
What did Thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!
O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy power;
Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.
Surely Thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till Thou Thy Spirit give.
Author of faith, to Thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:
O let me now receive that gift!
My soul without it dies!
The worst of sinners would rejoice,
Could they but see Thy face:
O, let me hear Thy quickening voice,
And taste Thy pardoning grace.
Father, I Stretch My Hands to Thee Hymn Story
“Father, I Stretch My Hands to Thee” is a hymn that was composed by the prolific British hymn writer, Charles Wesley.
It was first published in Charles Wesley’s A Collection of Psalms and Hymns, 1741.
The current songs music is from Hans G Nägel and arranged by Lowel Mason in 1836.
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