G. M. Irons
DRAWN to the Cross which Thou hast blest,
With healing gifts for souls distrest,
To find in Thee my Life, my Rest,
Christ crucified, I come.
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Stained with the sins which I have wrought
In word and deed and secret thought,
For pardon which Thy Blood hath bought,
Christ crucified, I come.
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Weary of selfishness and pride,
False pleasures gone, vain hopes denied,
Deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide,
Christ crucified, I come.
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Thou knowest all my griefs and fears,
Thy grace abused, my misspent years;
Yet now to Thee, for cleansing tears,
Christ crucified, I come.
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I would not, if I could, conceal
The ills which only Thou canst heal;
So to the cross, where sinners kneel,
Christ crucified, I come.
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Wash me, and take away each stain,
Let nothing of my sin remain;
For cleansing, though it be through pain,
Christ crucified, I come.
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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.
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A life of labour, prayers, and love,
Which shall my heart’s conversion prove,
Till to a glorious rest above,
Christ crucified, I come.
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To share with Thee Thy Life Divine,
Thy Righteousness, Thy Likeness mine,
Since Thou hast made my nature Thine,
Christ crucified, I come.
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To be what Thou wouldst have me be,
Accepted, sanctified in Thee,
Through what Thy grace shall work in me,
Christ crucified, I come.
