I.
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity join’d with power;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
II.
Come, ye needy, come and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
III.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him:
This He gives you;
’Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.
IV.
Come ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
V.
View Him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your Maker lies!
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Hear Him cry before He dies,
“It is finish’d!”
Sinner, will not this suffice?
VI.
Lo! th’ incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of His blood:
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
VII.
Saints and angels join’d in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with His name!
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
Joseph Hart [1712–1768] taken from, C.H. Spurgeon, Our Own Hymn Book, (Passmore & Alabaster, 1883), Hymn 492
