216. Come, humble sinner, in whose breast

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
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