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Come, ye sinners heavy laden,
Lost and ruined by the fall;
If you wait till you are better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous,
Sinners, Jesus came to call.
View him prostrate in the garden,
On the ground your Saviour lies;
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
“It is finished!”
Sinners, will not this suffice?
Lo! the incarnate God ascended
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture wholly,
let no other thrust intrude;
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 4 7
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Bible Refs:
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Mt 9:13;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Song #
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| 1853 | # 92 |
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