hymnal 292
1 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; 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 blessèd Lord, but thine.
4 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.