I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee With My Broken Heart;
I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee For Rest;
Wilt Thou Hear My Humble Plea, Bid My Sins Depart?
Oh, Release Me, Savior, I’m Oppressed.

I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee, Wilt Thou Hear My Humble Plea?
I Am Coming With My Heart Oppressed;
I Am Coming, I Am Coming,
I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee For Rest.

I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee With Relenting Will,
I Will Gladly Lay My Burden Down;
I Will Consecrate To Thee And Thy Law Fulfill,
I Will Bear The Cross, And Wear A Crown.

I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee, And With Anguish Riven,
I Am Weary, Worn, And Tired Of Sin;
Lord, I Press My Urgent Plea, May I Be Forgiven?
While I Knock, O Savior, Let Me In.

I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee With An Aching Breast,
And I Know That Thou Wilt Hear My Cry;
I Will Leave The Paths Of Sin, For My Heart’s Distressed,
Save Me, Or I Perish, Lord, And Die.

I Am Coming, Lord, To Thee, For I’m Sick And Sore,
Do Not Turn From Me Thy Smiling Face;
Lord, For Mercy Now I Call, I Will Sin No More,
Wilt Thou Hear And Save Me By Thy Grace?

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