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 blessèd 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 throne
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

Words by William T. Sleep­er 1887