1 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.
2 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?
3 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.