Of love, or joy, or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place,
O guilty sinner, come !
2 Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest ?
Trust not the world, it gives no rest ;
Christ brings relief to hearts opprest ;
O weary sinner, come !
3 Come, leave thy burden at the cross,
Count all thy gains but empty dross ;
His grace repays all earthly loss :
O needy sinner, come !
4 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,
Thy aching heart, thy burning tears ;
'Tis Mercy's voice salutes thine ears :
O trembling sinner, come !
5 The Spirit and the Bride say,
Come !
Rejoicing saints re-echo, Come !
Who faints, who thirsts, who will,
may come :
The Saviour bids thee come !