Drawn to the Cross which Thou hast blest

Drawn to the Cross which Thou hast blest

With healing gifts for souls distrest

To find in Thee my Life

my Rest

Christ crucified

I come.

Stained with the sins which I have wrought

In word and deed and secret thought;

For pardon which Thy Blood hath bought

Christ crucified

I come.

Weary of selfishness and pride

False pleasures gone

vain hopes denied

Deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide

Christ crucified

I come.

Thou knowest all my griefs and fears

Thy grace abused

my misspent years;

Yet now to Thee

for cleansing tears

Christ crucified

I come.

I would not

if I could

conceal

The ills which only Thou canst heal;

So to the Cross

where sinners kneel

Christ crucified

I come.

Wash me

and take away each stain

Let nothing of my sin remain;

For cleansing

though it be through pain

Christ crucified

I come.

To share with Thee Thy life divine

Thy very likeness to be mine

Since Thou hast made my nature Thine

Christ crucified

I come.

To be what Thou wouldst have me be

Accepted

sanctified in Thee

Through what Thy grace shall work in me

Christ crucified

I come.