Sinners Invited To Christ
Come, ye weary, heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel your need of Him.
This He give you,
‘Tis the Spirit’s rising beam.
Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Maker prostrate lies;
On the bloody tree behold Him;
Hear Him cry before He dies,
“It is finished”
Sinners, will not this suffice?
Lo! the incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of His Blood;
Venture on Him, venture wholly,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praised of the Lamb;
While the blissful seats of Heaven
Sweetly echo with His name:
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may sing the same.
Joseph Hart