Just as I am, without one plea,
Charlotte Elliot
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd’st 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, though toss’d about
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
With fears within and wars without,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come!
Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in Thee to find,
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,
Has broken every barrier down;
Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
This hymn is from J. C. Ryle’s little book Spiritual Songs, published in 1849, when he was rector of Helmingham, Suffolk. The hymns Ryle selected were not found in the most common hymnbooks of the day.
Suggested tune: Woodworth.
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All that the Father giveth me shall come to me; and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.
John 6:37
