1 Ye humble sinners, 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 for ever die."
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791
