Jesus The Sinner's Friend To Thee

Jesus, the sinner’s Friend, to Thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee, Weary of earth, myself, and sin: Open Thine arms, and take me in.

Pity and heal my sin sick soul; ’Tis Thou alone canst make me whole; Dark, till in me Thine image shine, And lost, I am, till Thou art mine.

Awake, the woman's conquering Seed, Awake and bruise the serpent's head; Tread down thy foes, with power control The beast and devil in my soul.

The mansion for thyself prepare, Dispose my heart by entering there; ' Tis this alone can make me clean, ' Tis this alone can cast out sin.

At last I own it cannot be That I should fit myself for Thee: Here, then, to Thee I all resign; Thine is the work, and only Thine.

What shall I say Thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love; I give up every plea beside— Lord, I am lost, but Thou hast died.