Just as thou art, without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place,
O guilty sinner, come!
Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest?
Trust not the world, it gives no rest;
Christ brings relief to hearts opprest;
O weary sinner, come!
Come, leave thy burden at the cross,
Count all thy gains but empty dross;
His grace repays all earthly loss:
O needy sinner, come!
Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy burning tears;
'Tis Mercy's voice salutes thine ears:
O trembling sinner, come!
“The Spirit and the Bride say,
Rejoicing saints re-echo, “Come! "
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come:
The Saviour bids thee come!