Come, whosoever will,

Come, whosoever will,
Nor vainly strive to mend;
Sinners are freely welcome still
To Christ, the sinner's Friend.

The gospel-table's spread
And richly furnished too,
With wine and milk, and living bread,
And dainties not a few.

The guilty, vile, and base,
The wretched and forlorn,
Are welcome to the feast of grace,
Though goodness they have none.

No goodness he expects;
He came to save the poor;
Poor helpless souls he ne'er neglects,
Nor sends them from his door.

His tender, loving heart
The vilest will embrace;
And freely to them will impart
The riches of his grace.