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.

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?

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.