Come, ye sinners, poor and needy, weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save 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 Savior, oh, 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.
Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, lost and ruined by the fall; if you tarry till you're better, you will never come at all.
Let not conscience make you linger, nor of fitness fondly dream; all the fitness he requireth is to feel your need of him.