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,
Every 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 may 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 requires,
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He gives you, This He gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Lo! The 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.
