Come ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus has already saved you, By His mercy, love and pow'r. Lo, th'incarnate God ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood; Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude.

Sinners, bless'd to see the Saviour, Are delighted with His charms! Once He died for your behavior, Now He calls you to His arms. Now the Saviour stands a-pleading At the sinner's bolted heart; Now in heav'n He's interceding, Undertaking sinners' part. Sinners, can you hate this Saviour? Will you thrust him from your arms? Once He died for your behavior, Now He calls you to His arms.