Burdened with guilt, wouldst thou be blest?

Trust not the world; it gives no rest:

I bring relief to hearts oppressed;

O, weary sinner, come!

2 Come, leave thy burden at the cross;

Count all thy gains but empty dross;

My grace repays all earthly loss:

O, needy sinner, come!

3 Come, hither bring thy boding fears,

Thine aching heart, thy bursting tears;

’Tis mercy’s voice salutes thine ears:

O, trembling sinner, come!

4 “The Spirit and the Bride say, Come;”

Rejoicing saints re-echo, Come!

Who faints, who thirsts, who will, may come:

Thy Saviour bids thee come.