Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve.

I’ll go to Jesus though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know his courts I’ll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.

Prostrate I’ll lie before his throne,
And there my guilt confess,
I’ll tell him I’m a wretch undone
Without his sovereign grace.

I’ll to the gracious King approach,
Whose scepter pardon gives,
Perhaps he may command my touch,
And then the suppliant lives.

Perhaps he will admit my plea,
Perhaps will hear my prayer;
But if I perish I will pray,
And perish only there.

I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try:
For if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.

Edmund Jones, in John Rippon. A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors. Hymn