Come, humble sinner, in whose breast

Come, humble sinner, in whose breastA thousand thoughts revolve,Come, with your guilt and fear oppressed,And make this last resolve.

"I 'll go to Jesus, though my sinHath like a mountain rose;I know his courts, I 'll enter in,Whatever may oppose.

"Prostrate I 'll lie before his throne,And there my guilt confess;I 'll tell him I 'm a wretch undone,Without his sovereign grace.

"But should the Lord reject my plea,And disregard my prayer,Yet, still, like Esther, I will stay,And perish only there.

"I can but perish if I go—I am resolved to try;For if I stay away, I knowI must forever die."