I Come, O Gracious Lord

I come

O gra­cious Lord

I can no long­er stay;

Thy gen­tle voice from paths of sin

Is call­ing me away.

I come

as Thou hast said

With all my sins to Thee

And lay my bur­den at the cross

Where Thou hast died for me.

No re­fuge

Lord

have I

And whi­ther should I go

But unto Thee

whose cleans­ing blood

Can make me white as snow?

Thy mer­cy

Lord

I plead

And look to Thee alone;

Wilt thou not take me as I am

And make me all Thine own?

Heal Thou my brok­en heart

For I Thy voice have heard;

I seek the shel­ter of Thy love

And rest up­on Thy word;

I come

I yield at last—

And give my wan­der­ings o’er;

O cleanse me by Thy pre­cious blood

And keep me ev­er­more.