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'I came not to call the righteous, but sinners.'
тр YOME, ye sinners, poor and wretched,

Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity joined with power:
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He is able,

He is willing ; doubt no more.
mf 2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome;

God's free bounty glorify;
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,

Without money

Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
m 3 Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;
All the fitness He requireth
Is to feel your need of Him:

This He gives you ;
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.

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4 Come, ye weary, heavy laden,

P 5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lost and ruined by the fall ;

Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies; If you tarry till you 're better,

Bleeding on the tree behold Him !
You will never come at all:

Hear Him cry, before He dies,
Not the righteous-

It is finished !'
Sinners Jesus came to call.

Sinner, will not this suffice ?
mf 6 Lo! the incarnate God, ascended,

Pleads the merit of His blood ;
Venture on Him, venture wholly;
Let no other trust intrude :

None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.

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· Let him return unto the Lord, and He will have mercy upon him.'