Just as thou art, without one trace
Of love, or joy, or inward grace,
Or meetness for the heavenly place,
O guilty sinner, 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.