I Need Thee, Precious Jesus

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.