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 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 Savior 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.