280. Come, Ye Sinners

Come, ye sinners poor and needy, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love, and power. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Come. ye thirsty, come, and welcome, God’s free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh. Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him. Lo! th’incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood; Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude.