There's a Stirring

There's a stirring deep within me

Could it be my time has come?

Where 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

Then bow down

And lay my crown

At His wounded feet

I will rise up, rise up

Then 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

Then bow down

And lay my crown

At His wounded feet

At His wounded feet