1 Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore,
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love, and pow'r;
He is able, he is able,
He is willing doubt no more;
He is able, 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;
Grace he gives you, grace he gives you,
'Tis the Saviour's balm for sin
Grace he gives you, grace he gives you,
'Tis the Saviour's balm for sin
3 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo, your Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies:
"It is finished, it is finished!"
Sinners, will not this suffice?
"It is finished, it is finished!"
Sinners, will not this suffice?
4 Lo! the rising Lord ascending,
Pleads the virtue of His blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude;
None but Jesus, none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good;
None but Jesus, none but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
5 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Voice the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo with his name;
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Saints on earth may do the same;
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Saints on earth may do the same.