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COME, HUMBLE SINNER
Words: Ed­mund Jones, in Se­lect­ion of Hymns from the Best Au­thors, by John Rip­pon, 1787.
Music: “Abiding Grace,” John S. Camp, cir­ca 1905
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
Like mountains round me close;
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.

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;
But if I stay away, I know
I must forever die.