I Come to Thee (Crosby)

I come to Thee

I come to Thee!

Thou pre­cious Lamb who died for me;

I rest con­fid­ing in Thy Word

And cast my bur­den on the Lord.

I come to Thee with all my grief

Dear Sav­ior

help my un­be­lief;

Thy bless­èd name

my on­ly plea

With this

O Lord

I come to Thee!

I come to Thee

whose sov­er­eign pow­er

Can cheer me in the dark­est hour;

I come to Thee

thro’ storm and shade—

For Thou hast said

Be not afraid.

I come to Thee with all my tears

My pain and sor­row

doubts and fears;

Thou pre­cious Lamb

who died for me

I come to Thee

I come to Thee!

To Thee my trem­bling spir­it flies

When faith grows weak

and com­fort dies

I bow ad­or­ing at Thy feet

And hold with Thee com­mun­ion sweet—

O won­drous love! O joy di­vine!

To feel Thee near and call Thee mine!

Thou pre­cious Lamb

who died for me

I come to Thee

I come to Thee.