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Look unto me and be saved.
Isaiah 45:22.
Come, you sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power;
He is able,
He is willing—doubt no more.
2 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 Saviour’s rising beam.
3 Come, you weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall;
If you tarry till you’re better,
You will never come at all:
Not the righteous—
Sinners Jesus came to call.
4 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo! your Saviour prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him!
Hear him cry before he dies,
“It is finished!”
Sinners, will not this suffice?
5 Lo! the rising Lord, ascending,
Pleads the virtue of his blood:
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus
Can do helpless sinners good.
6 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful seats of heaven
Sweetly echo to his name,
Hallelujah!
Sinners now his love proclaim.
Hart.