Drawn to the Cross which Thou hast blest,
With healing gifts for souls distrest,
To find in Thee my Life, my Rest,
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Stained with the sins which I have wrought
In word and deed and secret thought;
For pardon which Thy Blood hath bought,
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Weary of selfishness and pride,
False pleasures gone, vain hopes denied,
Deep in Thy wounds my shame to hide,
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Thou knowest all my griefs and fears,
Thy grace abused, my misspent years;
Yet now to Thee, for cleansing tears,
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I would not, if I could, conceal
The ills which only Thou canst heal;
So to the Cross, where sinners kneel,
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Wash me, and take away each stain,
Let nothing of my sin remain;
For cleansing, though it be through pain,
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To share with Thee Thy life divine,
Thy very likeness to be mine,
Since Thou hast made my nature Thine,
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To be what Thou wouldst have me be,
Accepted, sanctified in Thee,
Through what Thy grace shall work in me,
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