8 7, 8 7, 4 7. 1 COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore: Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity joined with power; He is able, He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Come, 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.
3 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 Spirit's rising beam.
4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all: Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of his blood: Venture on him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude; None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good.
