Il testo della 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?

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!