Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness Hp requireth
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you—
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you wait until you're better
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous—
Sinners Jesus came to call.