Father I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know.
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?
Chorus:
There’s balm in Gilead,
That cures the sinsick soul;
There’s balm in Gilead,
That makes the wounded whole.
What did Thine only Son endure
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor to secure
My soul from endless death!
(Chorus)
O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy pow’r.
And all my wants Thou would’st relieve
In this accepted hour.
(Chorus)
