It's the old school hymn version....
Father, I stretch my hands to Thee
No other help I know
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me
Ah! whither 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 power
Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve
Nor let me wait one hour.
Surely Thou canst not let me die
O speak, and I shall live
And here I will unwearied lie
Till Thou Thy Spirit give.
Author of faith! to Thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes
O let me now receive that gift!
My soul without it dies.
The worst of sinners would rejoice
Could they but see Thy face
O, let me hear Thy quickening voice
And taste Thy pardoning grace.
