Out Of My Bondage, Sorrow And Night. Jesus I Come, Jesus, I Come.


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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 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 Blessed 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…

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