385		Irregular
	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.
2	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 storm and into Thy calm, Out of distress to jubilant psalm,     Jesus, I come to Thee.
3	Out of unrest and arrogant pride,     Jesus, I come: Jesus, I come. Into Thy perfect 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.
4	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.
	W. T. Sleeper, 1840-1920