Jesus, the Sinner’s Friend

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 save my ruined soul; ’Tis Thou alone canst make me whole; Dark, ’til in me Thine image shine, And lost, I am, ’til Thou art mine.

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 can 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