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.