Come to Jesus, O my brothers,

Come in this accepted hour;

Jesus ready stands to save you,

Full of pity, love, and power;

He is able,

He is willing,—doubt no more.

Let not conscience make you linger,

Nor of fitness fondly dream;

All the fitness he requireth

Is to feel your need of him;

This he gives you,—

’Tis the spirit’s struggling beam.

Come, ye weary, heavy laden;

Wait not,—’tis your Saviour’s call;

If you tarry till you’re better,

You will never come at all.

Not the righteous,

Sinners, Jesus came to call.