1  Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

    Weak and wounded, sick and sore;

    Jesus ready waits to save you,

    Full of pity, love and pow'r:

    He is able, He is able,

    He is willing, doubt no more.

 2  Come, ye needy, come and welcome;

    God's free bounty glorify;

    True belief and true repentance,

    Every grace that brings us nigh,

    Without money, without money,

    Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

 3  Let not conscience make 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,

    'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

 4  Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

    Lost and ruined by the fall;

    If you tarry till you're better,

    You will never come at all:

    Not the righteous, not the righteous,

    Sinners Jesus came to call.

 5  Agonizing in the garden,

    Your Redeemer prostrate lies;

    On the bloody tree behold Him!

    Hear Him cry, before He dies,

    "It is finished!" "It is finished!"

    Sinner, will not this suffice?

 6  Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended,

    Pleads the merit of His blood;

    Venture on Him, venture wholly;

    Let no other trust intrude:

    None but Jesus, none but Jesus,

    Can do helpless sinners good.