COME, YE SINNERS

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;

Jesus ready stands to serve you,

Full of pity, love and pow'r.

I will arise and go to Jesus,

He will embrace me in his arms;

In the arms of my dear Saviour,

O, there are ten thousand charms.

Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome,

God's free bounty glorify;

True belief and true repentance,

Ev'ry grace that brings you nigh.

I will arise . . .

Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness he requireth,

Is to feel you need of him.

I will arise . . .

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

Lost and ruined by the fall;

If you tarry till you're better,

You will never come at all