A Collection of Hymns, selected from sundry poets: together with a number of new poems, never before published IX. Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched

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IX. Invitation to JESUS

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1 Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus stands ready to receive you,
Full of pity, love and pow'r:
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Ho, ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free bounty glorify,
True belief and true repentance,
Ev'ry 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 you need of him:
This he gives you,
'Tis the spirits glimmering beam.

4 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo, your Maker prostrate lies:
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
It is finished:
Sinner, will not this suffice?

5 Lo, th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit 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 join'd in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name,
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the same.