Father I stretch my hands to Thee, No other help I know; If Thou withdraw Thyself from me, Ah! wither shall I go? What did Thine only Son endure, Before I drew my breath? What pain, what labor, to secure My soul from endless death. O Jesus, could I this believe, I now should feel Thy pow'r! Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve, Nor let me wait one hour.