I could not do with­out Him!
Jesus is more to me
Than all the rich­est, fair­est gifts
Of earth could ev­er be.
But the more I find Him pre­cious,
And the more I find Him true,
The more I long for you to find
What He can be to you.

You need not do with­out Him,
For He is pass­ing by;
He is wait­ing to be gra­cious,
Only wait­ing for your cry;
He is wait­ing to re­ceive you—
To make you all His own;
Why will you do with­out Him,
And wan­der on alone?

What will you do with­out Him?
When He hath shut the door,
And you are left out­side be­cause
You would not come be­fore?
When it is no use knock­ing,
No use to stand and wait,
For the word of doom tolls thro’ your breast,
That ter­ri­ble, Too late!

Why should you do with­out Him?
It is not yet too late;
He has not closed the day of grace,
He has not shut the gate.
He calls you! Oh, He calls you!
He would not have you go
Another step without Him,
Because He loves you so.