|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
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 willing, doubt no more.
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,, Stanza 1
Now, ye needy, come and welcome;
Godís free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Evíry grace that brings you nigh;
Without money, without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,, Stanza 2
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel our need of Him.
This He gives you, this He gives you,
íTis the Spiritís glimmering beam.
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,, Stanza 3