Lord, I Come to Thee

Lord

I come to Thee for rest

Guilty

help­less and un­done;

Wearied

and by sin op­pressed

Burdened with a heart of stone.

I against Thee have re­belled

Suffered earth my love to win;

From my birth Thou hast be­held

Me the will­ing slave of sin.

When Thy Spir­it gent­ly strove

To re­claim my err­ing heart

Urging me my God to love

Urging me from sin to part

I that bless­èd Spir­it drove

Rashly from this wretch­ed breast;

Would not seek the joys above

Nor ac­cept the prof­fered rest.

O abused and slight­ed Lord

Canst Thou such a heart re­ceive?

Yes

Thou canst

for Thy own word

Calls me still to come and live;

Lord

I come

O make me Thine;

Cleanse my soul and set me free;

Gladly do I sin re­sign

Joyfully re­turn to Thee.