I Am Coming, Gentle Savior

I am com­ing

gen­tle Sav­ior

Take me firm­ly by the hand;

Keep me in the nar­row path­way

Leading to the heav­en­ly land;

For my feet have oft been stray­ing

In for­bid­den paths of sin

And from Thee my heart has wan­dered;

Make me

keep me pure with­in.

I am com­ing

gen­tle Sav­ior

Coming quick­ly un­to Thee;

For I hear Thy sweet voice call­ing

Oh

poor sin­ner

come to Me!

And I know that Thou art migh­ty

Thou canst wash me free from sin;

Take my heart

O Lord

and cleanse it

And for­ev­er dwell with­in.

I am com­ing

gen­tle Sav­ior

I have naught but love to bring

Save a heart both weak and sin­ful

But to Thee

my all

I cling;

Naught to bring

but Thou hast called me

Thy great love is all my plea

All the world I leave be­hind me

And to Thy dear arms I flee.