F. R. Havergal
I COULD not do without Thee,
O Saviour of the lost,
Whose precious blood 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.
2
I could not do without Thee,
I cannot stand alone;
I have no strength or goodness,
No wisdom of my own;
But Thou, beloved Saviour,
Art all in all to me,
And weakness will be power
If leaning hard on Thee.
3
I could not do without Thee,
For, oh, the way is long,
And I am often weary,
And sigh replaces song;
How could I do without Thee?
I do not know the way;
Thou knowest, and Thou leadest,
And wilt not let me stray.
4
I could not do without Thee,
O Jesus, Saviour dear;
E’en when my eyes are holden,
I know that Thou art near:
How dreary and how lonely
This changeful life would be
Without the sweet communion,
The secret rest with Thee!
5
I could not do without Thee,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn loneness
The river must be passed:
But Thou wilt never leave me,
And though the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, “It is I.”