I come to Thee, I come to Thee!
Thou pre­cious Lamb who died for me;
I rest con­fid­ing in Thy Word,
And cast my bur­den on the Lord.
I come to Thee with all my grief,
Dear Sav­ior, help my un­be­lief;
Thy bless­èd name, my on­ly plea,
With this, O Lord, I come to Thee!

I come to Thee, whose so­ve­reign pow­er
Can cheer me in the dark­est hour;
I come to Thee, thro’ storm and shade—
For Thou hast said, Be not afraid.
I come to Thee with all my tears,
My pain and sor­row, doubts and fears;
Thou pre­cious Lamb, who died for me,
I come to Thee, I come to Thee!

To Thee my trem­bling spir­it flies,
When faith grows weak, and com­fort dies,
I bow ad­or­ing at Thy feet,
And hold with Thee com­mun­ion sweet—
O won­drous love! O joy di­vine!
To feel Thee near and call Thee mine!
Thou pre­cious Lamb, who died for me,
I come to Thee, I come to Thee.