1 Jesus, dear, I come to thee,
Thou alone canst make me free;
Thou alone canst cleanse from sin.
Make me pure without, within:
Wounded, at thy feet I lie,
Do not, do not pass me by.
2 Jesus, dear, to thee I bring
All of earth to which I cling;
All the friends my heart holds dear
To thy altar now bring near;
Keep them safe within thy fold,
Grant them rest and joy untold.
3 Jesus, dear, I come to thee,
Wilt thou all my refuge be,
Thro' the thorny maze of life,
Thro' the battles, thro' its strife;
When the final hour doth come,
Wilt thou guide me safely home?
Source: Light in the Valley: a new work of great merit for the Sunday school, revivals, Christian Endeavor, Epworth League, young people's society, and all forward movement along the line of battle... #27