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.
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