1 Come ye Sinners Poor and Wretched,
Weak and wounded sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of Pity, Love and Pow'r;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.

2 Ho! ye Needy, come and welcome,
God's Free-Bounty glorify,
True belief and true Repentance,
Ev'ry Grace that brings us nigh,
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 you Need of him;
This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirits glimm'ring Beam.

4 Come ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruis'd and mangled by the Fall.
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all;
Not the Righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.

5 Agonizing in the Garden,
Lo your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody Tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finish'd,"
Sinner, will not this suffice?

6 Lo! th' incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the Merit of his Blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other Trust intrude:
None but Jesus,
Can do helpless Sinners good.

7 Saints and Angels, join'd in Concert,
Sing the Praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful Seats of Heaven,
Sweetly Echo with his Name,
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the same.