Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity joined with pow'r: 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, Ev'ry grace that brings you nigh, Without money, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy. Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Bruised and broken by the fall; If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all: Not the righteous, Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call. Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness he requires Is to feel your need of him; This he gives you, This he gives you, 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. Lo! The incarnate God, ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood; Venture on him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude: None but Jesus, None but Jesus, Can do helpless sinners good.
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