Drawn to the Cross, Which Thou Hast Blessed

Drawn to the cross, which you have blessed
with healing gifts for souls distressed,
to find in you my life, my rest,
Christ crucified, I come.

How well you know my griefs and fears,
your grace abused, my misspent years;
so now to you with contrite tears,
Christ crucified, I come.

Wash me and take away each stain;
let nothing of my sin remain.
For cleansing through your cross and pain,
Christ crucified, I come.

To pledge my labor willingly,
which shall so sweet a service be
that angels well might envy me,
Christ crucified, I come.