There’s a Stirring

There’s a stirring
Deep within me
Could it be my time has come,
When I’ll see
My gracious Savior
Face to face when all is done,
Is that His voice I am hearing,
“Come away
My precious one!”
Is He calling me?
I will rise up! Rise up!
And bow down,
And lay my crown
At His wounded feet!
I will rise up! Rise up!
And bow down,
And lay my crown
At His wounded feet!
There’s a stirring
Deep within me
Could it be my time has come,
When I’ll see
My gracious Savior
Face to face when all is done,
Is that His voice I am hearing,
“Come away
My precious one!”
Is He calling me?
I will rise up! Rise up!
And bow down,
And lay my crown
At His wounded feet!
I will rise up! Rise up!
And bow down,
And lay my crown
At His wounded feet!