Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve.
I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone
Without his sovereign grace.
I'll to the gracious King approach,
Whose scepter pardon gives;
Perhaps he may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.
Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But, if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away I know
I must forever die.
But if I die with mercy sought,
When I the King have tried,
This were to die (delightful thought)
As sinner never died.
|First Line:||Come, humble sinner, in whose breast|
|Title:||Come, humble sinner, in whose breast|
|Source:||Baptist Harmony, p. 247.|
|Key:||a minor or modal|
|Source:||Baptist Harmony, p. 247|
|Audio recording:||Hanover MP3|