Hymn
I Could Not Do Without Thee
Frances Ridley Havergal
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, Belovèd 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
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.
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.’