| Stanza | Poetry Source by First Line | |||
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| 1 |
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 |
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| 2 |
Now, ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Ev'ry grace that brings you nigh; Without money, without money, Come to Jesus Christ and buy |
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,, Stanza 2 |
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| 3 |
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, 'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam. |
Come, ye sinners, poor and wretched,, Stanza 3 |