Come, Ye Sinners!
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and power;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
Ho! ye needy, come and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of him;
This he gives you;
‘Tis the Spirits rising beam.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all.
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold him;
Hear him cry, before he dies;
“it is finished!”
Sinner, will not this suffice?
Lo! the incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merits of his blood
Venture on him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
Saints and angels joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name;
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
By Joseph Hart
Jesus is LORD! 
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