From all my bondage, sorrow, and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into Your freedom, gladness, and light, Jesus, I come to You; Out of all sickness into Your health, Out of my want and into Your wealth, Leaving my sin to rest in Yourself, Jesus, I come to You. Out of my shameful failure and loss, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into the glorious gain of Your cross, Jesus, I come to You; From all earth’s sorrows into Your balm, From all life’s storms and into Your calm, Out of distress to a jubilant psalm, Jesus, I come to You. Out of unrest and arrogant pride, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into Your blessed will to abide, Jesus, I come to You; Out of myself to dwell in Your love, Out of despair to the raptures above, Upward for aye on wings like a dove, Jesus, I come to You. Far from the fear and dread of the tomb, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come; Into the joy and light of Your home, Jesus, I come to You; Out of the depths of ruin untold, Into the peace of Your sheltering fold, Ever Your glorious face to behold, Jesus, I come to You.
