I am com­ing, gen­tle Sav­ior,
Take me firm­ly by the hand;
Keep me in the nar­row path­way,
Leading to the hea­ven­ly land;
For my feet have oft been stray­ing
In for­bid­den paths of sin,
And from Thee my heart has wan­dered;
Make me, keep me pure with­in.

I am com­ing, gen­tle Sav­ior,
Coming quick­ly un­to Thee;
For I hear Thy sweet voice call­ing,
Oh, poor sin­ner, come to Me!
And I know that Thou art migh­ty,
Thou canst wash me free from sin;
Take my heart, O Lord, and cleanse it,
And for­ev­er dwell with­in.

I am com­ing, gen­tle Sav­ior,
I have naught but love to bring,
Save a heart both weak and sin­ful,
But to Thee, my all, I cling;
Naught to bring, but Thou hast called me,
Thy great love is all my plea,
All the world I leave be­hind me,
And to Thy dear arms I flee.