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

Refrain
I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,
Blessed 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 dwelt within;
Jesus sweetly speaks to me,
"I will cleanse you from all sin."

In Thy promises I trust;
On Thy word I have relied:
I am prostrate in the dust,
Praising Christ, the Crucified!

Refrain (after last stanza)
I am trusting, Lord, in Thee,
Blessed Lamb of Calvary!
Humbly at Thy cross I bow;
Praising Him who saves me now!

Jesus Christ is passing by:
Sinner, lift to Him thine eye!
As the precious moments flee
Cry, "Be merciful to me!"

Lo, He stands and calls to thee,
"What wilt thou then have of Me?"
Rise He calleth thee indeed!
Rise, and tell Him all thy need!

"Lord, I would Thy mercy see!
Lord, reveal Thy love to me:
Let it penetrate my soul
All my heart and life control!"

O how sweet His touch of power!
Come it is salvation’s hour!
Jesus gives from guilt release:
"Faith hath saved thee go in peace!"

Sinner, hast thou wandered far
From the Father’s happy home,
With thyself and God at war?
Turn thee, sinner! homeward come!

Hast thou wasted all the powers
God for nobler uses gave
Squander’d life’s most golden hours?
Turn thee, sinner! Christ can save!

He can heal thy bitt’rest wound;
He the feeblest prayer will hear:
Seek Him while He may be found,
Call upon Him He is near!

Surely Christ thy griefs has borne!
Weeping soul no longer mourn:
View Him bleeding on the tree,
Pouring out His life for thee.

Weary sinner, keep thine eyes
On the atoning Sacrifice:
There the Lord upon the tree
Numbered with transgressors see.

Cast thy guilty soul on Him;
Find Him mighty to redeem;
At His feet thy burden lay,
Look thy doubts and fears away.

Ye who feel your sin and woe,
To the Lamb for healing go.
Why in sorrow should you stay?
Haste and wash your guilt away.

All is ready why delay?
You must perish if you stay.
Hasten hasten while there’s room!
God invites you now to come.

Look to Jesus and be saved;
See Him hanging on the tree;
Guilty art thou and enslaved,
But He bears thy guilt for thee.

Look till thou canst see thy sin
On His body crucified;
All the lusts that lurked within,
All thy wilfulness and pride.
Look and see the judgment fall
On that guiltless guilt bowed head.
He is made our sin. For all
One hath died, and all are dead.

Look to Jesus, look and live;
He has died thy death for thee.
Look and trust and love and give
All thou art His prize to be.

Look with awe, till wondering love
Melts thy heart, and dims thine eyes,
Till with prostrate saints above,
Rapt in praise thy spirit lies.

Name of Jesus highest Name!
Name that earth and heav’n adore!
From the heart of God it came
Leads me to God’s heart once more!

Name of Jesus living tide!
Days of drought for me are past;
How much more than satisfied
Are the thirsty lips at last!

Name of Jesus dearest Name!
Bread of heaven, balm of love,
Oil of gladness, surest claim
To the treasures stored above!

Jesus only! fairest Name
Life and rest and peace and bliss!
Jesus, evermore the same!
He is mine, and I am His!

Christ, the Lord, will come again!
None shall wait for Him in vain;
We shall then His glory see-
Seeing Him, shall like Him be.

Then, when the archangel cries-
Calls the sleeping saints to rise-
Rising millions shall proclaim
Blessings on the Saviour’s name.

"This is our redeeming God!"
Ransomed hosts will shout aloud:
"Praise, eternal praise be given
To the Lord of earth and heaven!"

Jesus died to set me free,
Jesus died on Calvary;
Not a blessing that I know,
But to Jesus Christ I owe.

Through His blood I’m reconciled,
Of a foe am made a child;
For His foes the Saviour died,
Sinners now are justified.

Only sin to Him I brought,
Only love in Him I found,
Love that passes all my thought,
Love that doth to me abound.

‘Twas for sinners that He died,
Title I have none beside;
Thus I know it was for me
Jesus died on Calvary.

Goodness I have none to plead;
Sinfulness in all I see;
I can only bring my need:
God be merciful to me.

Broken heart and downcast eyes
Dare not lift themselves to Thee;
Yet Thou canst interpret sighs:
God be merciful to me.

From this sinful heart of mine
To Thy bosom I would flee;
Not my own, I would be Thine:
God be merciful to me.

There is one beside the throne,
And my only hope and plea
Are in Him, and Him alone;
God be merciful to me.

He my cause will undertake,
My Interpreter will be;
He’s my all; and for His sake,
God be merciful to me.

O my Saviour, crucified!
Near Thy cross would I abide,
Gazing with adoring eye
On Thy dying agony.

Jesus, bruised and put to shame,
Tells the glories of God’s name:
Holy judgment there I found,
Grace did there over sin abound.

God is love I surely know,
In the Saviour’s depth of woe;
In the Sinless, in God’s sight,
Sin is justly brought to light.

In His spotless soul’s distress
I have learnt my guiltiness:
O how vile my low estate,
Since my ransom was so great!

Rent the vail that closed the way
To my home of heavenly day,
In the flesh of Christ the Lord:
Ever be His name adored!

Yet in sight of Calvary,
Contrite should my spirit be,
Rest and holiness there find,
Fashioned like my Saviour’s mind.

Lowly Jesus, mighty God,
Suffering Lamb and stricken Dove,
In the wrathful wine press trod,
Who can tell Thy wondrous love?

From Thy Father’s bosom come,
Downward, downward didst Thou move
Unto agony and doom,
Lowly, self-abasing love!

Sin-abhorring, holy Word,
Cursed for sin how didst Thou prove
Fiery pangs of judgment’s sword!
Bruised, profound, amazing love!

Spotless Man, uniquely fair,
God Eternal from above,
Suffered infinitely there,
Mighty, quenchless, deathless love!

Floods of love like rivers, spilled
From the Bosom judgment clove,
All God’s universe have filled,
Fragrant, deep, atoning love!

From Thy wondrous Cross alone,
Bruised Lamb and wounded Dove,
All God’s radiancy hath shone:
Thou art all our Light and Love!

O my Saviour, glorified!
Now the heavens, opened wide,
Show to faith’s exultant eye
One in beauteous majesty.

Worthy of the sweetest praise
That my ransomed heart can raise,
Is that Man in whom alone
God Himself is fully known.

For those clustering glories prove
That glad gospel, God is Love,
Whilst those wounds, in glory bright,
Voice the solemn, God is Light.

Holy Light, whose searching ray
Brings but into perfect day
Beauties that my heart must win
To the Sinless once made Sin!

Hark, my soul! thy Saviour sings;
Catch the joy that music brings;
And, with that sweet flood of song,
Pour thy whispering praise along.

O my Saviour, glorified,
Turn my eye from all beside,
Let me but Thy beauty see,
Other light is dark to me.

Rest, my soul, the work is done-
Done by God’s almighty Son:
This to faith is now so clear,
There’s no place for torturing fear!

Not through works of weary toil,
Comes the sunshine of God’s smile;
Won by Christ, if found in Him,
Brightly falls the glorious beam.

With belief in Jesus blest,
We are entering into rest;
He who full salvation brought,
In us all our works hath wrought.

Come, my soul, take up the cross,
Count the gain, despise the loss;
Labor for and with the Lord
Brings exceeding great reward.

Free from every fear of wrath,
Choose the servant’s happy path,
Thread the way which Christ hath trod
Till the Sabbath of Thy God.

From the cross, uplifted high,
Where the Saviour deigned to die,
What melodious sounds we hear,
Bursting on the ravished ear:
"Love’s redeeming work is done:
Come and welcome! sinner, come!

"Sprinkled now with blood the throne:
Why beneath thy burdens groan?
On My pierced body laid,
Justice owns the ransom paid:
Bow the knee, and kiss the Son,
Come, and welcome! sinner, come!"

Lo, a soul Thy love has bought,
Thine by purchase, Lord, am I!
Thine I would be, willing nought,
Save beneath Thy will to lie!

Gently loosen Thou my hold
On the former treasured things:
Joys and vanities of old,
Shadows where the flesh still clings!

I am Thine! my soul, lie still-
Clay within the Potter’s hands,
Molded by that tender Will:
Love, more mighty than commands!

Christ is merciful and mild,
He was once a little child;
He whom heavenly hosts adore
Lived on earth amongst the poor.

He the sick to health restored,
To the poor He preached the word;
Even children had a share
Of His love and tender care.

Every bird can build its nest,
Foxes have their place of rest;
He by whom the world was made
Had not where to lay His head.

Thus He laid His glory by,
When for us He stooped to die:
How I wonder, when I see
His unbounded love to me!

He who is the Lord most high
Then was poorer far than I,
That I might hereafter be
Rich to all eternity.

Hasten, sinner, to be wise!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun;
Wisdom if thou still despise,
Harder is it to be won.

Hasten, mercy to implore!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy season should be o’er
Ere this evening’s stage is run.

Hasten, sinner, to return!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest thy lamp should fail to burn
Ere the work in thee is done.

Hasten, sinner, to be blest!
Stay not for the morrow’s sun,
Lest perdition thee arrest
Ere the morrow is begun.

Time is earnest, passing by;
Death is earnest, drawing nigh;
Sinner, wilt thou trifling be?
Time and death appeal to thee.
Life is earnest; when ’tis o’er,
Thou returnest never more.
Soon to meet eternity!
Wilt thou never serious be?

Heaven is earnest; solemnly
Float its voices down to thee.
Hell is earnest; art thou gay,
Sporting through thine earthly day?

Christ is earnest-bids thee come;
God declares that all is done;
Wilt thou spurn thy Saviour’s love,
Pleading with thee from above?

God is earnest; come today,
Ere the season pass away-
Ere be set His judgment throne,
Vengeance ready, mercy gone!