I wondered how to come to You, I did not dare believe it true, that You regard the orphaned ones: beloved daughters, worthy sons, the broken and the barren too, I heard I could find some rest in You. What kind of love in injury's place, would leave instead the stain of grace? So I come in sorrow and I come in shame. I come to the cross with my pain. Just as I am, without one plea, but that thy blood was shed for me and that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. The pardon that I found from sin spilled out from where the nails went in. My heart will ever more proclaim I had not lived until that day. And I know there is a crown for me beyond where mortal eyes can see and I don't nod to any man, but offer me just as I am. So I come rejoicing with hands held high, and I come singing words of new life. Just as I am, without one plea, but that thy blood was shed for me and that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God, O Lamb of God, I come, I come. O Lamb of God, I come.