Saviour of the lost,
Whose precious blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost :
Thy righteousness, Thy pardon,
Thy Sacrifice, 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 years are fleeting fast,
And soon in solemn silence
The river must be passed :
But Thou wilt never leave me ;
And, though the waves run high,
I know Thou wilt be near me,
And whisper, It is I.