I am coming to the cross,

I am poor and weak and blind;

I am counting all but dross;

I shall full salvation find.

In the promises I trust,

Now I feel the blood applied;

I am prostrate in the dust,

I with Christ am crucified.

Jesus comes! He fills my soul!

Perfected in Him I am,

I am every whit made whole:

Glory, glory to the Lamb.