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.
Come, ye needy, come and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief, and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
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.
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.
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?
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.
Saints and angels join’d in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with His name!
Sinners here may sing the same.
Joseph Hart [1712–1768] taken from, C.H. Spurgeon, Our Own Hymn Book, (Passmore & Alabaster, 1883), Hymn 492