Just as thou art—without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place—
O guilty sinner, come!
Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest?
Trust not the world; it gives no rest;
Christ brings relief to hearts oppressed—
O weary sinner, come!
Come, leave thy burden at the cross;
Count all thy gains but empty dross;
His grace o'erpays all earthly loss—
O needy sinner, come!
Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears;
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears;
O trembling sinner, come!
"The Spirit and the bride say, Come";
Rejoicing saints reecho, "Come."
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come,
The Saviour bids thee, come!