1  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.

 2  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.

 3  Weary of selfishness and pride,

    False pleasures gone, vain hopes denied,

    Deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide,

       Christ crucified, I come.

 4  Thou knowest all my griefs and fears,

    Thy grace abused, my misspent years;

    Yet now to Thee, for cleansing tears,

       Christ crucified, I come.

 5  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.

 6  Wash me, and take away each stain,

    Let nothing of my sin remain;

    For cleansing, though it be through pain,

       Christ crucified, I come.

 7  To share with Thee Thy life divine,

    Thy very likeness to be mine,

    Since Thou hast made my nature Thine,

       Christ crucified, I come.

 8  To be what Thou wouldst have me be,

    Accepted, sanctified in Thee,

    Through what Thy grace shall work in me,

       Christ crucified, I come.