Come You Sinners Poor and Wretched - YouWorship
Artist: Joseph Hart
Category: Worship
Song Lyrics
Come, you sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, joined with pow'r. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Come, you thirsty, come, and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Come, you weary, heavy laden, Bruised and broken by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. View Him prostrate in the garden; On the ground your Maker lies. On the bloody tree behold Him; Sinner, will this not suffice? I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Lo! Th'incarnate God ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood: Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Come, you sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore; Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, joined with pow'r. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Come, you thirsty, come, and welcome, God's free bounty glorify; True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings you nigh. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Come, you weary, heavy laden, Bruised and broken by the fall; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. View Him prostrate in the garden; On the ground your Maker lies. On the bloody tree behold Him; Sinner, will this not suffice? I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Lo! Th'incarnate God ascended, Pleads the merit of His blood: Venture on Him, venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms. Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream; All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him. I will arise and go to Jesus, He will embrace me in His arms; In the arms of my dear Savior, O there are ten thousand charms.