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 wanting 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 into 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 forever 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.