I could not do without Thee,
O Savior 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 Savior,
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,
For years are fleeting fast,
And soon, in solemn loneliness,
The river must be past;
But Thou wilt never leave me,
And though the waves roll high,
I know Thou wilt he near me,
And whisper, “It is I.”