CCCXXXIX. Repentant sinner

1 Dear JESUS, here comes
And knocks at thy door,
A beggar for crumbs,
Distressed and poor,
Blind, lame, and forsaken,
All roll'd in his blood,
At last overtaken
When running from GOD.

2 To ask children's bread
I dare not presume,
But, LORD, to be fed,
With fragments I comeL
Some crumbs from thy table,
O let me obtain,
For, lo thou art able,
My wants to sustain.

3 I own I deserve
Bo favour to see,
So long I did swerve
And wander from thee;
'Till brought by affliction
Ny follies to mourn,
Now under conviction
To thee I return.

4 Great GOD, my desert,
Is nothing but death,
And hence to depart,
For ever in wrath;
Yet, LORD to this city,
Of refuge I flee,
O let thine eye pity,
A sinner like me!

4 For since thou hast said
Thou wilt cast out none,
That flee to thine aid,
As sinners undone:
Now, LORD, I am come as,
Condemned to die,
And on this sweet promise
I humbly rely.

5 I cannot depart,
Dear JESUS, nor yield,
'Till feels my poor heart
This promise fulfill'd,
That I may for ever
A monument be,
To praise thee free Saviour
Of sinners like me.

Text Information
First Line: Dear JESUS, here comes, And knocks at thy door
Title: Repentant sinner
Meter: Twice 10, & twice 11
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
Source: The Coll.
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