Out of my bond­age, sor­row, and night,
Jesus, I come, Je­sus, I come;
Into Thy free­dom, glad­ness, and light,
Jesus, I come to Thee;
Out of my sick­ness, in­to Thy health,
Out of my want and in­to Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thy­self,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of my shame­ful fail­ure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Je­sus, I come;
Into the glo­ri­ous gain of Thy cross,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sor­rows in­to Thy balm,
Out of life’s storms and in­to Thy calm,
Out of dis­tress to ju­bi­lant psalm,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of un­rest and ar­ro­gant pride,
Jesus, I come, Je­sus, I come;
Into Thy bless­èd will to abide,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my­self to dwell in Thy love,
Out of des­pair into rap­tures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to Thee.

Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come, Je­sus, I come;
Into the joy and light of Thy throne,
Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the depths of ru­in un­told,
Into the peace of Thy shel­ter­ing fold,
Ever Thy glo­ri­ous face to be­hold,
Jesus, I come to Thee.