280 ~ 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.
I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms.
Come, ye thirsty, come, and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh.
Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him.
Lo! th' incarnate God, ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood; Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude.