1 Ye 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 sovereign grace:
4 "Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish I will pray,
And perish only there.
6 "I can but perish if I go,
I am resolv'd 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,
This were to die (delightful thought!)
As sinner never died.
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First Line: | Come, humble sinner, in whose breast |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Holy Spirit: The Sinner's Helplessness; The successful resolve |