There’s a Stirring

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?
(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