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!