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.
2
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.
3
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.
4
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.