Stirring کے بول

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!