Were it not for you, Lord,
What would I be? Where would I be?:
A hopeless derelict
Adrift upon life’s raging sea,
A man most miserable
Caught in the tide that Hellward flows,
Too weak to change my course,
Without a name to interpose.

Were it not for you, Lord,
Whose eyes with tears for me would burn?
What outstretched arms would wait
To greet this prodigal’s return?
Whose tender voice could calm
My every fear and doubt and care?
Whose anxious ears would long
To hear my praise and prayer?

Were it not for you, Lord,
What patient heart would seek my soul?
What hands could hold the wealth
Enough to ransom it in whole?
What other god exists
Whose mercies far exceed his might?
What wisdom could devise
A perfect plan to cure my plight?

Were it not for you, Lord,
What blood could pay sin’s awesome price?
Whose precious son would make
Himself the Lamb of sacrifice?
From whom could I receive
This joy that fills my life,
This hope that brings me through
All troubles, trials, and strife?