Collected by Max Hunter (H-13)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by Rev. Harold E. Hunter
Eldorado Springs, Missouri
October 7, 1958
Reel 257-58, Item 15
Come, Ye Sinners
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy,
Weak and wounded, sick and sore;
Jesus ready stands to save you,
Full of pity, love and power.
He is able, he is able,
He is willing, doubt no more.
Now ye needy, come and welcome;
God's free bounty glorify,
True belief and true repentence,
Every grace that brings you nigh;
Without money, without money,
Come to Jesus Christ and buy.
Let not conscience make you linger,
Nor of fittness fondly dream.
All the fittness he requireth
Is to feel your need of him.
This he gives you, this he gives you,
'Tis the spirit's glimmering beam.
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, not the righteous,
Siners Jesus came to call.
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