Come, you sinners, poor and needy,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love and power;

He is able,

He is willing—doubt no more.

2 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 Saviour’s rising beam.

3 Come, you 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.

4 Agonizing in the garden,

Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies!

On the bloody tree behold him!

Hear him cry before he dies,

“It is finished!”

Sinners, will not this suffice?

5 Lo! the rising Lord, ascending,

Pleads the virtue of his blood:

Venture on him, venture freely,

Let no other trust intrude:

None but Jesus

Can do helpless sinners good.

6 Saints and angels, joined in concert,

Sing the praises of the Lamb,

While the blissful seats of heaven

Sweetly echo to his name,

Hallelujah!

Sinners now his love proclaim.