I COME, MY GOD

I come, my God, for cleansing, free

From sin‟s defiling stains,

I see, oh God, I weep to see

The sinfulness corrupting me

Which in my heart remains.

I hate my envy and my pride,

My failure and my sin,

To think that all these things could hide

Within, where blood had been applied,

And stay concealed therein.

Oh, let me not side-step the cross

In this my crisis hour,

Excuse so subtly selfish dross,

And gain my life when death seems loss,

And miss Your path, Your power.

I come, Lord Jesus, hear my cry,

Oh cleanse my heart today,

I come to Calvary to die,

And with your death identify,

This is the only way.

I come, I trust, and now I see

The power of Jesus‟ blood;

Grace channels in His purity,

And in Him I find liberty

And rest and joy in God.