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.
Weary of selfishness and pride,
False pleasures gone, vain hopes denied,
Deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide,
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.
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 Righteou