Drawn to the Cross

Drawn to the cross

which Thou has blest

With heal­ing gifts for souls dis­tressed

To find in Thee my life

my rest

Christ Cru­ci­fied

I come.

Thou know­est all my griefs and fears

Thy grace ab­used

my mis­spent years;

Yet now to Thee with con­trite tears

Christ Cru­ci­fied

I come.

Wash me and take away each stain;

Let no­thing of my sin re­main.

For cleans­ing

tho’ it be thro’ pain

Christ Cru­ci­fied

I come.

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.