Come, Humble Sinner

Come

hum­ble sin­ner

in whose breast

A thou­sand thoughts re­volve

Come

with your guilt and fear op­pressed

And make this last re­solve.

I’ll go to Je­sus

though my sin

Like mount­ains round me close;

I know His courts

I’ll en­ter in

Whatever may op­pose.

Prostrate I’ll lie be­fore His throne

And there my guilt con­fess

I’ll tell Him

I’m a wretch un­done

Without His sov­er­eign grace.

I’ll to the gra­cious King ap­proach

Whose scep­ter par­don gives;

Perhaps he com­mand my touch

And then the sup­pli­ant lives.

Perhaps He will ad­mit my plea

Perhaps will hear my pray­er;

But

if I per­ish

I will pray

And per­ish on­ly there.

I can but per­ish if I go;

I am re­solved to try;

But if I stay away

I know

I must for­ev­er die.

But

if I die with mer­cy sought

When I the King have tried

This were to die (de­light­ful thought!)

As sin­ner nev­er died.