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That whoso believeth might not perish.
John 3:15.
Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve;
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve:
2 I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin
Has like a mountain rose;
His kingdom now I’ll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 Humbly I’ll bow at his command,
And there my guilt confess;
I’ll own I am a wretch undone,
Without his sovereign grace.
4 Surely he will accept my plea,
For he has bid me come;
Forthwith I’ll rise, and to him flee,
For yet, he says, there’s room.
5 I can not perish if I go;
I am resolved to try:
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die.
Jones.