Jesus, I Come to Thee (Crosby)

Jesus

I come to Thee

Longing for rest;

Fold Thou Thy wea­ry child

Safe to Thy breast.

Rocked on a stor­my sea

Oh

be not far from me

Lord

let me cling to Thee

Only to Thee.

Jesus

I come to Thee

Hear Thou my cry;

Save

or I per­ish

Lord

Save or I die.

Now let the roll­ing waves

Bend to Thy will

Say to the trou­bled deep

Peace

peace be still.

Swiftly the part­ing clouds

Fade from my sight;

Yonder Thy bow ap­pears

Lovely and bright.