1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear opprest,
And make this last resolve:
2 "I'll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I'll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 "Prostrate I'll lie before His throne,
And there my guilt confess;
I'll tell Him I'm a wretch undone
Without His sov'reign grace.
4 "Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 "I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try;
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die.
6 "But if I die with mercy sought,
When I the King have tried,
That were to die (delightful thought!)
As sinner never died."
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First Line: | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Gospel Call; Gospel: the call of; Invitations: of the gospel(2 more...) |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: E. Jones |