213 | Just as Thou Art. L.M.
(428) Just As Thou Art.
Just as thou art—without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,—
Or meekness for the heav’nly place,—
Oh, guilty sinner! come,—now come.
2 Thy sins I bore on Calvary’s tree;
The stripes, thy due, were laid on me,
That peace and pardon might be free;—
Oh, wretched sinner! come,—now come.
3 Burdened with guilt, would’st thou be blessed?
Trust not the world; it gives no rest;
I bring relief to hearts oppressed;—
Oh, weary sinner! come,—now come.
4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy bursting tears;
’Tis mercy’s voice salutes thine ears;—
Oh, trembling sinner! come,—now come.
5 “The Spirit and the Bride say, Come!”
Rejoicing saints re-echo, “Come!”
Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come;
Thy Savior bids thee come,—now come.
Russell S. Cook, 1850, a.