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Come speak to me of Jesus, / I love that precious name, / Who built a throne of power / Upon a cross of shame.
Unveil to me the beauty / That glorifies his face -- / The fullness of the Father -- / The image of his grace.
My soul would run to meet Him; / Restrain me not with creeds; / For Christ, the hope of glory, / Is what my spirit needs.
I need the grand attraction, / That centres 'round the cross, / To change the gilded things of earth, / To emptiness and dross.
My feet are prone to wander, / My eyes to turn aside, / And yet I fain would linger, / With Christ the crucified.
I want a faith that's able / To stand each storm and shock -- / A faith forever rooted, / In Christ the living Rock.