Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy

Come

ye sin­ners

poor and needy

Weak and wound­ed

sick and sore;

Jesus rea­dy stands to save you

Full of pi­ty

love and pow­er.

I will arise and go to Je­sus

He will em­brace me in His arms;

In the arms of my dear Sav­ior

O there are ten thou­sand charms.

Come

ye thirs­ty

come

and wel­come

God’s free boun­ty glo­ri­fy;

True be­lief and true re­pent­ance

Every grace that brings you nigh.

Come

ye weary

hea­vy la­den

Lost and ru­ined by the fall;

If you tar­ry till you’re bet­ter

You will nev­er come at all.

View Him pros­trate in the gar­den;

On the ground your mak­er lies.

On the bloody tree be­hold Him;

Sinner

will this not suf­fice?

Lo! th’in­car­nate God as­cend­ed

Pleads the mer­it of His blood:

Venture on Him

ven­ture whol­ly

Let no oth­er trust in­trude.

Let not con­science make you lin­ger

Not of fit­ness fond­ly dream;

All the fit­ness He re­quir­eth

Is to feel your need of Him.