Jesus, I Come

Smalltown Poets

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

Jesus, I come, Jesus I come
Jesus I come to Thee

Out of unrest and arrogant pride
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come
Into Thy blessed 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

Jesus, I come, Jesus I come
Jesus I come to Thee