He Wants a Poor Sinner Like Me

I have heard a most won­der­ful sto­ry

Of the Son of the High­est in glo­ry

How my heart He doth seek

Though so sin­ful

so weak

He wants a poor sin­ner like me.

He wants a poor sin­ner like me

Oh

won­der­ful love

can it be!

Christ shed His own blood to re­deem me

He wants a poor sin­ner like me.

When I see Him be­neath the cross bend­ing

When I hear the sharp nails His flesh rend­ing

When I see His blood flow

Jesus loves me I know

He wants a poor sin­ner like me.

Yes

He wants all the sin­ful

the griev­ing

His dear arms are held out for re­ceiv­ing.

I no long­er will stay

From this Sav­ior away

He wants a poor sin­ner like me.

Yes

He wants by His hand now to hold me

And with His migh­ty love to en­fold me;

Yes

He wants me to stay

In His pre­sence al­way

He wants a poor sin­ner like me.