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M0:|c:D|m:4/4|t:EWS 30 (1) Father I stretch my hands to Thee|r:CM|a:Charles Wesley (1707-1788)|h:Alexander Robert Reinagle (1836: 1799-1877)|i:https://hymnary.org/tune/st_peter_reinagle
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N3:mssfsssssl-sssss-fsld'ltlmsfmrfm
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E1:Fa_ther, I stretch my hands to Thee;/No o_ther help I know./If Thou with_draw Thy_self from me,/Oh! whi_ther shall I go?
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E2:What did Thine on_ly Son en_dure,/Be_fore I drew my breath!/What pain, what la_bor to se_cure/My soul from end_less death!
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E3:O Je_sus, could I this be_lieve,/I now should feel Thy power;/Now my poor soul Thou wouldst re_trieve,/Nor let me wait one hour.
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E4:Sure_ly Thou canst not let me die;/Oh, speak and I shall live;/And here I will un_wea_ried lie,/Till Thou Thy Spi_rit give.
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E5:Au_thor of faith! to Thee I lift/My wea_ry, long_ing eyes;/Oh, let me now re_ceive that gift!/My soul with_out it dies.
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E6:The worst of sin_ners would re_joice,/Could they but see Thy face:/O, let me hear Thy quicke_ning voice,/And taste Thy par_doning grace.
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E7:I do be_lieve, I now be_lieve/That Je_sus died for me./And that He shed His pre_cious blood/From sin to set me free/
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