1. Come, humble sinner, in whose breast A thousand thoughts revolve, Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed, And make this last resolve. 2. I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin Hath like a mountain rose; I know His courts, I’ll enter in, Whatever may oppose. 3. I can but perish if I go, I am resolved to try, For if I stay away I know I must forever die.
|First Line:||Come, humble sinner, in whose breast|
|Author:||Edmund Jones (1787)|