1.

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

Hath like a mountain rose;

I know his courts, I'll enter in,

Whatever may oppose.

3.

Prostrate I'll lie before his throne,

And there my guilt confess;

I'll tell him, I'm a wretch undone

Without his sovereign grace.

4.

I'll to the gracious King approach,

Whose scepter pardon gives;

Perhaps he may command my touch,

And then the suppliant lives.

5.

Perhaps he will admit my plea,

Perhaps will hear my prayer;

But, if I perish, I will pray,

And perish only there.

6.

I can but perish if I go;

I am resolved to try;

For if I stay away I know

I must forever die.

7.

But if I die with mercy sought,

When I the King have tried,

This were to die (delightful thought)

As sinner never died.