Drawn to the cross Thou hast blessed
Author: Genevieve M. Irons
Drawn to the Cross which Thou hast blessed
With healing gifts for souls distressed,
To find in Thee my life, my rest:
Christ crucified, I come!
Stained with the sins which I have wrought
In word and deed and secret thought,
For pardon which Thy blood hath brought:
Christ crucified, I come!
Weary of selfishness and pride,
False pleasures gone, vain hopes denied,
Deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide:
Christ crucified, I come!
Thou knowest all my griefs and fears,
Thy grace abused, my misspent years;
Yet now to Thee, my cleansing tears:
Christ crucified, I come!
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!
Wash me, and take away each stain,
Let nothing of my sin remain;
For cleansing, though it be through 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.
A life of labour, prayers, and love,
Which shall my heart’s
conversion prove,
Till to a glorious rest above,
Christ crucified, I come.
To share with Thee Thy Life Divine,
Thy Righteousness, Thy Likeness mine,
Since Thou hast made my nature mine,
Christ crucified, I come.
To be what Thou wouldst have me be,
Accepted, sanctified in Thee,
Through what Thy grace shall work in me:
Christ crucified, I come!
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