JUST as I am, without one plea,
  But that Thy blood was shed for me,
    And that Thou bidst me come to Thee;
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am, and waiting not
    To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am--Thou wilt receive,
    Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because Thy promise I believe,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

Just as I am--Thy love unknown
    Hath broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
    O Lamb of God, I come, I come!

JESUS, Lover of my soul,
  Let me to Thy bosom fly
While the nearer waters roll,
    While the tempest still is high!
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide
    Till the storm of life is past;
Safe into the haven guide;
    O receive my soul at last!

Other refuge have I none,
    Hangs my helpless soul on Thee;
Leave, O leave me not alone.
    Still support and comfort me!
All my trust on Thee is stayed,
    All my help from Thee I bring;
Cover my defenceless head
    With the shadow of Thy wing.

Thou, O Christ, art all I want,
    More than all in Thee I find!
Raise the fallen, cheer the faint,
    Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Just and holy is Thy Name.
    I am all unrighteousness;
False and full of sin I am,
    Thou art full of truth and grace.

Plenteous grace with Thee is found,
    Grace to cover all my sin;
Let the healing streams abound;
    Make and keep me pure within;
Thou of life the fountain art,
    Freely let me take of Thee;
Spring Thou up within my heart;
    Rise to all eternity.

BEHOLD, a Stranger at the door:
He gently knocks, has knocked before;
Has waited long, is waiting still:
You treat no other friend so ill.

O lovely attitude! He stands
With melting heart and laden hands;
O matchless kindness! and He shows
This matchless kindness to His foes.

But will He prove a Friend indeed?
He will, the very Friend you need--
The Friend of sinners; yes, 'tis He,
With garments dyed on Calvary.

Rise, touched with gratitude divine.
Turn out His enemy and thine;
That soul destroying monster, sin;
And let the heavenly Stranger in.

DOWN at the cross where my Saviour died,
Down where for cleansing from sin I cried,
There to my heart was the blood applied;
          Glory to His Name!

    CHORUS:
Glory to His Name,
Glory to His Name!
There to my heart was the blood applied--
          Glory to His Name!

I am so wondrously saved from sin,--
Jesus so sweetly abides within,--
There at the cross where He took me in--
          Glory to His Name!

Oh, precious fountain that saves from sin,
I am so glad I have entered in;
There Jesus saves me and keeps me clean--
          Glory to His Name!

Come to this fountain so rich and sweet,
Cast thy poor soul at the Saviour's feet,
Plunge in today, and be made complete--
          Glory to His Name!

DEPTH of mercy! Can there be
Mercy still reserved for me?
Can my God His wrath forbear?
Me, the chief of sinners, spare?

I have long withstood His grace,
Long provoked Him to His face;
Would not hearken to His calls;
Grieved Him by a thousand falls.

Now incline me to repent,
Let me now my sins lament;
Now my foul revolt deplore,
Weep, believe, and sin no more.

I WAS a wand'ring sheep,
    I did not love the fold;
I did not love my Shepherd's voice,
    I would not be controlled.
I was a wayward child,
    I did not love my home;
I did not love my Father's voice,
    I loved afar to roam.

The Shepherd sought His sheep,
    The Father sought His child,
They followed me o'er vale and hill,
    O'er deserts waste and wild;
They found me nigh to death,
    Famished and faint and lone;
They bound me with the bands of love;
    They saved the wand'ring one.

Jesus my Shepherd is:
    'Twas He that loved my soul,
'Twas He that washed me in His blood,
    'Twas He that made me whole;
'Twas He that sought the lost,
    That found the wand'ring sheep,
'Twas He that brought me to the fold,
    'Tis He that still doth keep.

I was a wand'ring sheep,
    I would not be controlled;
But now I love the Shepherd's voice,
    I love, I love the fold;
I was a wayward child,
    I once preferred to roam;
But now I love my Father's voice,
    I love, I love His home.

WHAT a Friend we have in Jesus,
  All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
    Ev'rything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
    O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
    Ev'rything to God in prayer.

Have we trials and temptations?
    Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged;
    Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful,
    Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our ev'ry weakness.
    Take it to the Lord in prayer.

Are we weak and heavy laden,
    Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Saviour, still our refuge,
    Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
    Take it to the Lord in prayer.
In His arms He'll take and shield thee;
    Thou will find a solace there.

O HAPPY day, that fixed my choice
    On Thee, my Saviour and my God!
Well may this glowing heart rejoice,
    And tell its raptures all abroad.

    CHORUS:
Happy day, happy day,
    When Jesus washed my sins away!
He taught me how to watch and pray,
    And live rejoicing every day;
Happy day, happy day,
    When Jesus washed my sins away.

O happy bond, that seals my vows
    To Him Who merits all my love!
Let cheerful anthems fill His house,
    While to that sacred shrine I move.

'Tis done: the great transaction's done!
    I am the Lord's and He is mine.
He drew me, and I followed on,
    Charmed to confess the voice divine.