Come, Ye Sinners, Poor and Needy

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore!
Jesus ready stands to save you
Full of pity, love and power
He is able, He is able, He is able
He is willing, doubt no more!

Let not conscience let you linger
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him
This he gives you, This he gives you, This he gives you:
'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam

Come ye weary, heavy laden
Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you're better
You will never come at all
Not the righteous, Not the righteous, Not the righteous;
Sinners Jesus came to call

Agonizing in the garden
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold Him:
Hear Him cry, before He dies:
“It is finished!” “It is finished!” “It is finished!”
Sinner, will this not suffice?

Lo! The incarnate God ascending
Pleads the merit of His blood;
Venture on Him, venture freely;
Let no other trust intrude
None but Jesus, None but Jesus, None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good