1 FATHER, I stretch my hands to Thee, No other help I know: If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! whither shall I go? 2 What did Thy only Son endure Before I drew my breath! What pain, what labour to secure My soul from endless death! 3 O Jesu, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy power; Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour. 4 Author of faith, to Thee I lift My weary, longing eyes; O, let me now receive that gift! My soul without it dies. 5 Surely