Author

Joseph Hart (1712-1768)

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Lyrics

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 able,
he is willing; doubt no more

Come, ye needy, come and welcome,
God’s free bounty glorify;
true belief and true repentance,
ev’ry grace that brings you nigh,
without money, without money,
come to Jesus Christ and buy.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
bruised and broken by the fall;
if you tarry ’til you’re better,
you will never come at all:
not the righteous, not the righteous-
sinners Jesus came to call.

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, this he gives you;
’tis the Spirit’s rising beam.

View him prostrate in the garden;
on the ground your Maker lies;
then on Calvary’s tree behold him,
hear him cry before he dies:
‘It is finished! It is finished!’
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! th’incarnate God, ascended,
pleads the merit of his blood:
venture on him venture wholly,
let no other trust intrude:
none but Jesus, none but Jesus
can do helpless sinners good.

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