One of my favourite hymns was written by Joseph Hart, 1712-1768. At one time Joseph Hart’s hymns were widely used, especially by Calvinistic Nonconformists. Many of them are loved because of the great earnestness and passionate love of the Redeemer. This particular hymn is very special to me because of its unconditional free offer of the gospel to guilty sinners.
1 Come ye sinners poor and wretched,
Weak and wounded sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
Weak and wounded sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power;
He is able,
He is willing; doubt no more.
2 Ho! ye needy, come and welcome,
God's free-bounty glorify,
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
God's free-bounty glorify,
True belief and true repentance,
Every grace that brings us nigh,
Without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
3 Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel you need of him;
This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam.
Nor of fitness fondly dream:
All the fitness he requireth,
Is to feel you need of him;
This he gives you,
'Tis the Spirit's glimmering beam.
4 Come ye weary, heavy laden,
Bruised and mangled by the fall.
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
Bruised and mangled by the fall.
If you tarry till you're better,
You will never come at all;
Not the righteous,
Sinners Jesus came to call.
5 Agonizing in the garden,
Lo your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished,"
Sinner, will not this suffice?
Lo your Maker prostrate lies!
On the bloody tree behold him,
Hear him cry before he dies,
"It is finished,"
Sinner, will not this suffice?
6 Lo! th'incarnate God ascended,
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.
Pleads the merit of his blood;
Venture on him, venture freely,
Let no other trust intrude:
None but Jesus,
Can do helpless sinners good.
7 Saints and angels, joined in concert,
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name,
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the same.
Sing the praises of the Lamb,
While the blissful seats of heaven,
Sweetly echo with his name,
Hallelujah!
Sinners here may do the same.




