Just as I am
without one plea
But that Thy blood was shed for me
And that Thou bid’st me come to Thee
O Lamb of God
I come! I come!
and waiting not
To rid my soul of one dark blot;
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot
I come
I come!
though tossed about
With many a conflict
many a doubt;
Fightings within
and fears without
poor
wretched
blind;
Sight
riches
healing of the mind;
Yes
all I need
in Thee to find
Thou wilt receive
Wilt welcome
pardon
cleanse
relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe
Thy love unknown
Has broken every barrier down;
Now
to be Thine
yea
Thine alone
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