Dying with Jesus

- Drawn to the Cross which Thou hast blessed,
- with healing gifts for souls distressed,
- to find in Thee my Life, my Rest,
- Christ crucified, I come.
- Weary of selfishness and pride,
- false pleasures gone, vain hopes denied,
- deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide,
- Christ crucified, I come.
- Wash me, and take away each stain,
- let nothing of my sin remain;
- for cleansing, though it be through pain,
- Christ crucified, I come.
- A life of labour, prayers and love,
- which shall my heart's conversion prove,
- till to a glorious rest above,
- Christ crucified, I come.
- To share with Thee Thy Life divine,
- Thy Righteousness, Thy Likeness mine,
- since Thou hast made my nature Thine,
- Christ crucified, I come.
- To be what Thou woulds't have me be,
- accepted, sanctified in Thee,
- through what Thy grace shall work in me,
- Christ crucified, I come.
Album: English Hymns, Artist: Daniel W Whittle, Language: English, Viewed: 603 times