Come ye singers, poor and needy
Weak and wounded, sick and sore
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and pow'r
I will raise and go to Jesus,
He will embrace me in his arms:,
In the arms of my dear savior,
Oh, there are ten thousand charms,
Come ye thirsty come and welcome.
God's free bounty glorify ':
True belief and true repentence
Every pray that brings you nigh
Come, ye, weary, heavy laden
Lost and ruined by the falll;
If you tarry till you' re better
You will never come at all
View him prostrate in the garden;
On the ground your maker lies;
On the bloody tree behold him
Sinner, will this not surface?
Lo! th'incarnate God ascended
Pleads the merit of his blood,
Venture on him, venture wholly
Let no other trust intrude
Let not conscience make you longer,
Not of fitness, fondly dream,
All the fitness, He requireth
Is to feel you need of him.

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