I have stretched out my hands unto Thee.@Psalm 88:9
Hans G. Nägeli (1773–1836)

Charles Wesley, A Collection of Psalms and Hymns 1741.

Naomi Hans G. Nägeli; arranged by Lowell Mason, 1836 (🔊 pdf nwc).

This was the hymn John Downes gave out on Friday, November 4, 1774, when death seized him in West Street Chapel, London. Wesley took great pride in this preacher’s mechanical genius, and in the portrait which Downes made of him. In the afternoon before his appointment, Downes said, ‘I feel such a love to the people of West Street, that I would be content to die with them. I do not find myself very well; but I must be with them this evening.’ His text was ‘Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden,’ and great power attended the message; but when he had spoken for ten minutes his strength was gone, and he gave out the lines—

Father, I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know.

His voice failed. He fell on his knees, as if he intended to pray, ‘but he could not be heard.’ The Preachers who were present raised him up and bore him to bed, where he soon breathed his last breath. He was only fifty-two.

Telford, pp. 228–29

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)

Father, I stretch my hands to Thee,
No other help I know;
If Thou withdraw Thyself from me,
Ah! whither shall I go?

What did Thine only Son endure,
Before I drew my breath?
What pain, what labor, to secure
My soul from endless death!

O Jesus, could I this believe,
I now should feel Thy power;
Now my poor soul Thou wouldst retrieve,
Nor let me wait one hour.

Surely Thou canst not let me die;
O speak, and I shall live;
And here I will unwearied lie,
Till Thou Thy Spirit give.

Author of faith, to Thee I lift
My weary, longing eyes:
O let me now receive that gift!
My soul without it dies!

The worst of sinners would rejoice,
Could they but see Thy face:
O, let me hear Thy quickening voice,
And taste Thy pardoning grace.