|Text:||Come, humble sinner, in whose breast|
1 Come, humble sinner, in whose breast
A thousand thoughts revolve,
Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,
And make this last resolve.
2 I’ll go to Jesus, though my sin
Hath like a mountain rose;
I know His courts, I’ll enter in,
Whatever may oppose.
3 I can but perish if I go,
I am resolved to try,
For if I stay away I know
I must forever die.
|First Line:||Come, humble sinner, in whose breast|
|Author:||Edmund Jones (1787)|