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| 1 | Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, |
| Weak and wounded, sick and sore, |
| Jesus ready stands to save you, |
| Full of pity, love and power; |
| He is able, He is able, |
| He is willing, doubt no more. |
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| 2 | 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, this He gives you, |
| 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. |
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| 3 | Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, |
| Lost and ruined 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. |
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| 4 | Agonizing in the garden, |
| Lo! the Saviour prostrate lies; |
| On the bloody tree behold Him, |
| Hear Him cry before He dies, |
| "It is finished!" "It is finished!" |
| Sinner, will not this suffice? |
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| 5 | Lo! the Incarnate God ascended, |
| Pleads the merits of His blood; |
| Venture on Him, venture freely, |
| Let no other trust intrude: |
| None but Jesus, none but Jesus, |
| Can do helpless sinners good. |
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