I Come, O Gracious Lord

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

No refuge, Lord, have I, And wither 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?

Verse 3

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 wand’rings o’er, O cleanse me by Thy precious blood, And keep me evermore.