If you tarry till you're better, you will never come at all.

Come ye sinners, poor and wretched, weak and wounded, sick and sore. A
Jesus, ready, stands to save you, Full of pity joined with power. B
He is able, He is able; He is willing; Doubt no more. A

Come ye needy, come and welcome; God's free bounty glorify; A
True belief and true repentance every grace that brings you nigh. A
Without money, without money Come to Jesus Christ and buy. A

Come ye weary, heavy laden, Bruised and broken by the fall. A
If you tarry till you're better, you will never come at all. A
Not the righteous, not the righteous; Sinners Jesus came to call. A

Let not conscience make you linger, nor of fitness fondly dream. A
All the fitness He requires is to feel your need of Him. B
This He gives you, this He gives you, tis the Spirit's rising beam. A

Lo! The Incarnate God, ascended; pleads the merit of His blood. A
Venture on Him; venture wholly, Let no other trust intrude. B
None but Jesus, none but Jesus Can do helpless sinners good. A

--Joseph Hart

Gospel Poem

O ye sons of men be wise,trust no longer dreams and lies,

Out of Christ, almighty pow'r can do nothing but devour.

God you say is good. 'Tis true.But he's pure and hold too;

just and jealous is his ire,burning with vindictive fire.

This of old himself declared:Israel trembled when they heard.

But the proof of proofs indeed is he sent his Son to bleed.

When the blessed Jesus died God was clearly justified:

Sin to pardon without blood never in his nature stood.

Worship God, then, in his Son,there he's love and there alone.

Think not that he will, or may, pardon any other way.

See the suff'ring Son of God,panting, groaning, sweating
blood!

Brethren, this had never been had not God detested sin.

Be his mercy therefore sought in the way himself has taught:

There his clemency is such,we can never trust too much.

He that better knows than we,bids us all to Jesus flee.

Humbly take him at his Word and your souls will bless the
Lord!

--Joseph Hart