Written By Frederick Whitfield

I need Thee, precious Jesus, For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilty, My heart is dead within.
I need the cleansing fountain Where I can always flee,
The blood of Christ most precious, The sinner’s perfect plea.

I need Thee, precious Jesus, For I am very poor;
A stranger and a pilgrim, I have no earthly store.
I need the love of Jesus to cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubting foot steps, to be my strength and stay.

I need Thee precious Jesus, I hope to see Thee soon,
Encircled with the rainbow, and seated on Thy throne.
There with Thy blood-bought children, my joy shall ever be
To sing Thy ceaseless praises, to gaze, my Lord, on Thee

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