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