Poor sinner, come, cast off thy fear,

Poor sinner, come, cast off thy fear,
And raise thy drooping head;
Come, sing with all poor sinners here,
Jesus, who once was dead.

Salvation sing, no word more meet
To join to Jesus' name;
Let every thankful tongue repeat,
"Salvation to the Lamb."

Saints, from the garden to the cross,
Your conquering Lord pursue,
Who, dearly to redeem your loss,
Groaned, bled, and died for you.

Now reigns victorious over death
The glorious great I AM;
Let every soul repeat with faith,
"Salvation to the Lamb."

When we incurred the wrath of God -
Alas! what could we worse?
He came, and, with his own heart's blood,
Redeemed us from the curse.

This paschal Lamb, our heavenly meat,
Was roasted in the flame;
Repeat, ye ransomed souls, repeat,
"Salvation to the Lamb."