We are home. Home, sweet home. Give me a moment to let that sink in. Home. Sweet home.
There was a song we sang in church today that I heard for the first time that greatly ministered to me. The words I sang are an outpouring of a sinner, as one who falls so short of God's character, renown, His glory, recognizing all that Jesus has delivered her from and the declaration of hope and gain through only His Name. And as a response, how can she but simply to Jesus, come?
by William T. Sleeper, 1846
contemporary recording by Shelly Moore, Hope and Decay album
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 and into Thy health, out of my wanting 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 and into Thy balm, out of life's storms and into Thy calm
Out of distress and 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 forever on wings like a dove, Jesus I come to Thee.
Out of the fear and dread of the tomb, Jesus, I come, Jesus I come
Into the joy and light of Thy home, Jesus, I come to Thee.
Out of the depths of ruin untold, into the peace of Thy sheltering fold
Ever Thy glorious face to behold; Jesus, I come to Thee
Jesus, I come to Thee, Jesus, O come.