Just as Thou Art (Cook)

Just as thou art

with­out one trace

Of love

or joy

or in­ward grace

Or meet­ness for the heav­en­ly place

O guil­ty sin­ner

come.

Burdened with guilt

wouldst thou be blest?

Trust not the world; it gives no rest;

Christ gives re­lief to hearts op­pressed—

O wea­ry win­ner

come.

Thy sins I bore on Cal­va­ry’s tree;

The stripes

thy due

were laid on Me;

That peace

and par­don might be free;

O wretch­ed sin­ner

come.

Come

leave thy bur­den at the cross

Count all thy gains but emp­ty dross:

My grace re­pays all earth­ly loss;

O needy sin­ner

come.

Come

hi­ther bring thy bod­ing fears

Thy ach­ing heart

thy mourn­ful tears;

’Tis mer­cy’s voice sa­lutes thine ears—

O trem­bling sin­ner

come.

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!