Joseph Hart — Come Ye Sinners Poor and Needy

Come, ye sinners, poor and needy Weak and wounded, sick and sore! Jesus ready stands to save you Full of pity, love and power He is able, He is able, He is able He is willing, doubt no more! Let not conscience let 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 glimmering 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 Agonizing 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!” Sinner, will this not suffice? Lo! The incarnate God ascending Pleads the merit of His blood; Venture on Him, venture freely; Let no other trust intrude None but Jesus, None but Jesus, None but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good