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, O, there are ten thousand charms.
Come, ye thirsty, come and welcome. God’s free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance, every grace that brings you nigh.
Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream.
All the fitness He requireth is to find your need of Him.
Come, ye weary, heavy laden, Lost and ruined by the fall.
If you tarry till you’re better; You will never come at all.
(by Joseph Hart 1759)
I should have included this song in my last post. When my voice returns I will try and record an audio version to be added here. There is a modern/new tune, but I prefer the old one.