Come Ye Sinners

Come ye sinners

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 willing, doubt no more.

Now, ye needy, come and welcome;
God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance -
Every grace that brings you nigh -
Without money, without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.

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!

Come, ye weary, heavy-laden,
Bruised 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!

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

Lo, the 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.

-Joseph Hart

Piano: Bill Ashton

Singing: Hilary Ashton