Come, ye sin­ners, poor and wretch­ed,
Weak and wound­ed, sick and sore;
Jesus rea­dy stands to save you,
Full of pi­ty joined with pow­er;
He is able, He is able, He is able,
He is will­ing, doubt no more;
He is willing, doubt no more.

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,
Without mo­ney,
Come to Je­sus Christ and buy;
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,
This He gives you,
’Tis the Spi­rit’s ris­ing beam,
’Tis the Spi­rit’s ris­ing 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;
Sinners Je­sus came to call.

View Him gro­vel­ing 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!
Sinners, will not this suf­fice,
Sinners, will not this suf­fice?

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,
None but Je­sus,
Can do help­less sin­ners good;
Can do help­less sin­ners good.

Saints and an­gels joined in con­cert,
Sing the prais­es of the Lamb;
While the bliss­ful seats of Hea­ven
Sweetly ec­ho with His name.
Hallelujah, hal­le­lu­jah,
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same,
Sinners here may sing the same.