77. Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy

8.7.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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.