Just as thou art, without one trace Of love, or joy, or inward grace, Or meetness for the heavenly place, O guilty sinner, come. Thy sins I bore on Calvary???s tree; The stripes, thy due, were laid on Me; That peace, and pardon might be free; O wretched sinner, come. Come, leave thy burden at the cross, Count all thy gains but empty dross: My grace repays all earthly loss; O needy sinner, come.