120. I Do Believe

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

CHORUS
I do believe, I now believe,
That Jesus died for me,
And that He shed His precious blood,
From sin to set me free.

On thy dear Son I now believe,
O let me feel Thy power;
And all my varied wants relieve,
In this accepted hour.

Author of faith! To Thee I lift,
My weary, longing eyes;
O let me now receive that gift,
My soul without it dies