1 Lord, I come, my sins confessing,
At Thy feet I humbly bow,
Waiting for Thy promised blessing;
Jesus, hear and answer now.
Thou art waiting to be gracious,
Waiting now my soul to heal;
Wash me in Thy blood most precious,
Cleanse from guilt and my pardon seal.
2 Worldly thoughts and vain ambition
Turn my wav’ring soul from Thee;
Sad indeed is my condition;
Saviour, help and strengthen me. [Refrain]
3 Waves of sorrow round me swelling,
Lord, to Thee I come for aid;
Let me hear Thy sweet voice telling,
“It is I, be not afraid.” [Refrain]Source: The Bright Array #94