Drawn To The Cross, Which Thou Has Blest
With Healing Gifts For Souls Distressed,
To Find In Thee My Life, My Rest,
Christ Crucified, I Come.

Thou Knowest All My Griefs And Fears,
Thy Grace Abused, My Misspent Years;
Yet Now To Thee With Contrite Tears,
Christ Crucified, I Come.

Wash Me And Take Away Each Stain;
Let Nothing Of My Sin Remain.
For Cleansing, Tho’ It Be Thro’ Pain,
Christ Crucified, I Come.

And Then For Work To Do For Thee,
Which Shall So Sweet A Service Be
That Angels Well Might Envy Me,
Christ Crucified, I Come.