O Thou art all to me;
Before the throne for ever
I stand complete in Thee.
Though Satan loud accuses,
Yet I can ever see
The blood of Christ most precious,
The sinner’s perfect plea.
I need Thee, precious Saviour!
For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim,
I have no earthly store.
I need Thy love, Lord Jesus!
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting footsteps.
To be my strength and stay.
I need Thee, precious Saviour!
I need a friend like Thee;
A friend to soothe and comfort,
A friend to care for me.
I need Thy heart, Lord Jesus!
To feel each anxious care,
To bear my ev’ry burden,
And all my sorrow share.
I need Thee, precious Saviour!
For I am very blind,
A weak and foolish wand’rer,
With dark and evil mind.
I need Thy light, Lord Jesus!
To tread the thorny road!
To guide me safe to glory
Where I shall see my God.
I need Thee, precious Saviour!
I need Thee day by day
To fill me with Thy fullness,
To lead me on my way.
I need Thy Holy Spirit
To teach me what I am,
To show me more of Jesus,
To point me to the Lamb.
I need Thee, precious Saviour!
And hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow
And seated on Thy throne;
There, with Thy blood-bought people,
My joy shall ever be
To sing Thy praise, Lord Jesus,
And ever gaze on Thee.