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I could not do without Thee, O Saviour of the lost! Whose precious blood redeemed me.
Jesus, my strength, my hope, on thee I cast my care, with humble confidence look up, and know thou hearest prayer.
Jesus, Saviour, pilot me, over life's tempestuous sea.
Dying with Jesus, by death reckoned mine; living with Jesus, a new life divine.
My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Savior divine.
Not what my hands have done can save my guilty soul.
They have journeyed far on a stormy tide to the friendless shore and the strange hillside.
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, let me hide myself in Thee.
