1. Come, ye Christians, sing the praises
Of your condescending God;
Come, and hymn the blessed Jesus,
Who hath washed us in his blood.
We are poor, and weak, and silly,
And to every evil prone:
Yet our Jesus loves us freely,
And receives us for his own.
2. Though we're mean in man's opinion.
He hath made us priests and kings;
Power, and glory, and dominion,
To the Lamb, the sinner sings,
Leprous souls, unsound and filthy,
Come before him as you are;
'Tis the sick man, not the healthy.
Needs the good Physician's care.
3. Hear the terms that never vary:
'To repent and to believe,'
Both of these are necessary;
Both from Jesus we receive.
Would-be Christian, duly ponder
These in thine impartial mind,
And let no man put asunder,
What the Lord has wisely joined.
4. O! beware of fondly thinking
God accepts thee for thy tears;
Are the shipwrecked saved by sinking?
Can the ruined rise by fears?
O! I beware of trust ill-grounded;
Tis but fancied faith at most,
To be cured and not be wounded;
To be saved before you're lost.
5. No big words of ready talkers,
No dry doctrine will suffice;
Broken hearts, and humble walkers.
These are dear in Jesus' eyes.
Tinkling sounds of disputation.
Naked knowledge, all are vain;
Every soul that gains salvation.
Must and shall be born again.