Out of my Bondage, sorrow and night, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come.
Into Thy freedom, gladness and Light, Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my sickness into Thy health, out of my want and into Thy wealth,
Out of my sin and into Thyself, Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of my shameful failure and loss, Jesus I come, Jesus, I come.
Into the glorious gain of Thy cross, Jesus I come to Thee.
Out of earth’s sorrows, into Thy balm, Out of life’s storms and into Thy calm.
Out of distress to jubilant psalm, Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of unrest and arrogant pride, Jesus I come, Jesus I come.
Into Thy blessed will to abide, Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of myself to dwell in Thy love, Out of despair into raptures above,
Upward for aye on wings like a dove, Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb, Jesus, I come, Jesus, I come.
Into the joy and light of Thy home, Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the depths of ruin untold, Into the peace of Thy sheltering fold.
Ever Thy glorious face to behold, Jesus I come to Thee.
William T. Sleeper