I need Thee, pre-cious Je-sus,
For I am full of sin;
My soul is dark and guilt-y,
My heart is dead with-in,
I need the cleans-ing foun-tain
Where I can al-ways flee,
The blood of Christ most pre-cious,
The sin-ner's per-fect plea.
I need Thee, precious Je-sus,
For I am ver-y poor;
A strang-er and a pil-grim,
I have no earth-ly store.
I need the love of Je-sus
To cheer me on my way,
To guide my doubt-ing foot-steps,
To be my strength and stay.
I need Thee, pre-cious Je-sus,
And hope to see Thee soon,
En-cir-cled with the rain-bow
And seat-ed on Thy throne.
There, with Thy blood-bought chil-dren,
My joy shall ev-er be,
To sing my Je-sus' prais-es,
To gaze, O Lord, on Thee.