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?

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!