I need Thee, precious Jesus!

For I am full of sin;

My soul is dark and guilty,

My spirit 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 footsteps,

To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, precious Jesus!

I need a friend like Thee;

A friend to soothe and comfort,

A friend to care for me:

I need the heart of Jesus,

To feel each anxious care,

To bear my every burden,

And all my sorrow share.

I need Thee, precious Jesus!

I need Thee day by day,

To fill me with Thy fulness,

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 Jesus!

And hope to see Thee soon,

Encircled with Thy glory,

And seated on Thy throne;

There with Thy blood-bought people,

My joy shall ever be

To praise Thee, precious Jesus,

To gaze, my Lord, on Thee.