Just as thou art—without one trace Of love, or joy, or inward grace, Or meetness for the heavenly place— O guilty sinner, come! Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest? Trust not the world; it gives no rest; Christ brings relief to hearts oppressed— O weary sinner, come! Come, leave thy burden at the cross; Count all thy gains but empty dross; His grace o’erpays all earthly loss— O needy sinner, come! Come, hither bring thy boding fears, Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears; ’Tis mercy’s voice salutes thine ears; O trembling sinner, come! “The Spirit and the bride say, Come”; Rejoicing saints re-echo, “Come.” Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come, The Saviour bids thee, come!