My God, my Father, dost thou call
My God, my Father, dost thou call
thy long-lost wandering child to thee?
And canst thou, wilt thou pardon all?
I come, I come; Lord, save thou me.
O Jesus, art thou passing by
with all thy goodness, grace and power?
And dost thou hear my broken cry?
I come, I come, in mercy's hour.
O Holy Spirit, is it thou,
my tenderest Friend refused too long?
And art thou pleading, striving now?
I come, I come: make weakness strong.
Yes, Lord, I come: thy heart of love
is moving, kindling, drawing mine.
I cast me at thy feet to prove
the bliss, the heaven of being thine.
Words: Edward Henry Bickersteth, 1874
Music: Holly
Meter: LM
Website compiled by
Steve Benner
, 1999-2003.
