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'
Is he calling me'
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'
Is he calling me'
I will rise up, rise up
And bow down, and lay my crown
At his wounded feet!
Is that his voice I am hearing'
Come away my precious one.
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!
I will rise up, rise up
And bow down, and lay my crown
At his wounded feet!