Savior of the Lost

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.

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.

I could not do without Thee,

For, O 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.

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!

I could not do without Thee;

No other friend can read

The spirit's strange deep longings,

Interpreting its need;

No human heart could enter

Each dim recess of mine,

And soothe, and hush, and calm it,

O blessed Lord, but Thine.

I could not do without Thee,

For years are fleeting fast,

And soon in solemn loneliness

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."