I Am Coming to the Cross

I am coming to the cross,
I am poor and weak and blind,
I am counting all but dross;
I shall full salvation find.

Chorus:
I am trusting, Lord, in Thee.
Blessèd Lamb of Calvary;
Humbly at Thy cross I bow.
Save me, Jesus, save me now.

Long my heart has sighed for Thee,
Long has evil reigned within;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me:
“I will cleanse you from all sin.”

Here I give my all to Thee:
Friends and time and earthly store,
Soul and body, Thine to be,
Wholly Thine forevermore.¹

In the promises I trust,
Now I feel the blood applied,
I am prostrate in the dust,
I with Christ am crucified.

Jesus comes! He fills my soul!
Perfected in Him I am;
I am every whit made whole—
Glory, glory to the Lamb!