I could not do without Thee,
O Saviour of the lost,
Who by Thy blood redeemed me
At such tremendous cost;
Thy blessed Self, Lord Jesus,
And precious blood, shall 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;
No other friend can read
My spirit’s silent 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, 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.