Jesus, I Come

Out of my bond­age

sor­row

and night

Jesus

I come

Je­sus

I come;

Into Thy free­dom

glad­ness

and light

Jesus

I come to Thee;

Out of my sick­ness

in­to Thy health

Out of my want and in­to Thy wealth

Out of my sin and into Thy­self

Jesus

I come to Thee.

Out of my shame­ful fail­ure and loss

Jesus

I come

Je­sus

I come;

Into the glo­ri­ous gain of Thy cross

Jesus

I come to Thee.

Out of earth’s sor­rows in­to Thy balm

Out of life’s storms and in­to Thy calm

Out of dis­tress to ju­bi­lant psalm

Jesus

I come to Thee.

Out of un­rest and ar­ro­gant pride

Jesus

I come

Je­sus

I come;

Into Thy bless­èd will to abide

Jesus

I come to Thee.

Out of my­self to dwell in Thy love

Out of des­pair into rap­tures above

Upward for aye on wings like a dove

Jesus

I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb

Jesus

I come

Je­sus

I come;

Into the joy and light of Thy throne

Jesus

I come to Thee.

Out of the depths of ru­in un­told

Into the peace of Thy shel­ter­ing fold

Ever Thy glo­ri­ous face to be­hold

Jesus

I come to Thee.