Savior of the Lost

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

I could not do without thee, for, oh, 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.

Verse 4

I could not do without thee, O Jesus, Saviour dear; e’en when my eyes are holden, I know that thou art near; how dreary and how lonely this changeful life would be without the sweet communion, the secret rest with thee.

Verse 5

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.

Verse 6

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.'