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 gives relief to hearts opprest—
weary sinner, come!
Come, leave thy goodness at the cross;
Count all thy gains but empty dross:
His love repays all earthly loss—
O needy sinner, come!
Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears:
'Tis mercy's voice salutes thine ears—
trembling sinner, come!
"When we were yet without strength,... Christ died for the ungodly... while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us."