JESU, the sinner's friend, to thee, Lost and undone, for aid I flee, Weary of...

JESU, 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; Fallen, till in me thine image shine, And cursed 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 damned, but thou hast died."