Jesus, I Come To Thee

This evening the beautiful words to a hymn entitled "Jesus, I Come To Thee" ran through my mind. I recalled the first time I'd ever heard those words.

When I was a teenager, I read a book called "The Hiding Place" by Corrie ten Boom. In the book, she recounts an incident which occurred. When we think of German concentration camps during WWII, we generally think of Jews but there were others there as well. Yes, there were the people who broke the law and hid Jews, like Corrie ten Boom but there were also people who were considered to be inferior and undeserving of freedom and often even life itself. These people did not only include criminals, it included those whom society viewed as deviants such as homosexuals, people who were viewed as useless, such as the elderly or people who were viewed as imperfect such as the physically and/or mentally disabled.

Corrie wrote about how one day, amidst the horror of the prison camp, she heard some beautiful singing. Drawn toward the sound, she discovered a half-naked mentally disabled girl who was being exposed to the elements by her captors. Though she was undergoing torture, a song poured forth from her lips:

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, into Thy health, Out of my want 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, into Thy balm,
Out of life s storms and into Thy calm,
Out of distress 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 for aye 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.

I'd never heard that hymn before but the words burned in my heart. I finally found the music and learned to play it. I have sung it often over the years as a reminder of God's love, mercy and grace. In my darkest moments, when I too was struggling to simply live, I remembered that nameless young woman, a cast-off from society who sang of her Savior, even in The Valley of The Shadow of Death.

While the melody has been updated in this version, the words are the same. May you be blessed!

K :princess:
You O Lord, keep my lamp burning; my God turns my darkness into light. Ps. 18:28

Christina Morley @considerthelilies ·

Thank you for sharing those powerful words and the moving story of that broken girl (broken in body, but not in spirit). I happen to have my father-in-law's hymnal at my house and so I looked up the song. I never knew it existed before! I grew up with hymns, so I wonder why I never heard it sung? I will read these words, meditate on them and then share them with others.

In Him,
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