come ye sinners

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,

weak and wounded, sick and sore;

Jesus ready stands to serve you,

full of pity, love and pow'r.




I will arise and go to Jesus,

he will embrace me in his arms;

in the arms of my dear Saviour,

O, there are ten thousand charms.




Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome,

God's free bounty glorify;

true belief and true repentance,

ev'ry grace that brings you nigh.




I will arise . . .




Let not conscience make you linger,

nor of fitness fondly dream;

all the fitness he requireth,

is to feel you need of him.




I will arise . . .




Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

lost and ruined by the fall;

if you tarry till you're better,

you will never come at all