Jesus, I Come
In the early days of my being a Christian, this hymn meant so much to me, expressing all that Jesus has done for sinners. How wretched anyone is without Him. I seldom hear it any more, but wish I did. Isn't it precious? Don't we who know Jesus have so much to be thankful for? And don't you know if you're reading this and don't have Jesus, that you CAN have Him? All He says is "Come." The last two lines of the first stanza say it all: Out of your sin and into Him you must "Come."
Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into thy freedom, gladness and light,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of my sickness into thy health,
Out of my want and into thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into thyself,
Jesus, I come to thee.
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of thy cross,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of earth's sorrows into thy balm,
Out of life's storms and into thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to thee.
Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of myself to dwell in thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to thee.
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of thy home,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of thy sheltering fold,
Ever thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to thee.
Out of my bondage, sorrow and night,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into thy freedom, gladness and light,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of my sickness into thy health,
Out of my want and into thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into thyself,
Jesus, I come to thee.
Out of my shameful failure and loss,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the glorious gain of thy cross,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of earth's sorrows into thy balm,
Out of life's storms and into thy calm,
Out of distress to jubilant psalm,
Jesus, I come to thee.
Out of unrest and arrogant pride,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into thy blessed will to abide,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of myself to dwell in thy love,
Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove,
Jesus, I come to thee.
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb,
Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come;
Into the joy and light of thy home,
Jesus, I come to thee;
Out of the depths of ruin untold,
Into the peace of thy sheltering fold,
Ever thy glorious face to behold,
Jesus, I come to thee.
~W. T. Sleeper
I love the tune
7 comments:
I have never heard that before, Really nice though.
Maxine, those lyrics are wonderful. I've never heard it either. Beautiful post ~
I added some more pictures. If I had a daughter like yours , who makes beautiful pictures, I would depend on her too. :)
Maxine, I have tagged you on my blog.
Maxine, I really love this song. It has been a favorite of mine for many years.
I want to thank you for giving me a renewed intrest in reading the words of songs. They have been such a blessing to me. love you, connie from Texas
I LOVE this hymn...such truth...all of them have been coming alive for me since Sept 30th.....
thanks Maxine for this.
Deby
I agree with Connie on reading the words..
Arrogant pride
This is such a wide category for us. It covers our 101 excuses for not coming to Christ and then if we do consider Him, we think we can come on our own terms.
As I began reading, the first thing that came to me was, 'come as you are'. Just as we are on His terms...to allow the transforming power and love of Christ to saturate us.
Out of myself to dwell in thy love,
Oh yes, Maxine, I remember singing this many times.
Susan
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