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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