I Need Thee, Precious Jesus

 

"Encircled with the rainbow 

And seated on Thy throne.

There, with Thy blood bought children

My joy shall ever be...."

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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 footsteps,

To be my strength and stay.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,

I need a friend like Thee,

A friend to soothe and pity,

A friend to care for me.

I need the heart of Jesus

To feel each anxious care,

To tell my every trouble,

And all my sorrows share.

I need Thee, precious Jesus,

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 Jesus,

And 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 praises, Jesus,

To gaze, O Lord, on Thee.

"I Need Thee, Precious Jesus"
(1855)
Frederick Whitfield
(1829-1904)
English Anglican clergyman,
poet, hymn writer