1 Come, trembling 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,
Like a mountains, round me 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 Perhaps He will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish, I will pray,
And perish only there.
5 I can but perish if I go;
I am resolved to try:
For if I stay away, I know
I must for ever die.
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First Line: | Come, trembling sinner! in whose breast |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Man a Sinner: Invited |