Verse 1
Jesu, sin-atoning Lamb,
Jesu, lover of thy foe,
Let me feel thy sovereign name,
Let me all its virtue know:
Hear my cry out of the deep,
Haste, and help a friendless soul,
Seek, and save a wand’ring sheep,
Make a sin-sick sinner whole.

Verse 2
Burthen’d am I, and opprest,
Till thou dost remove my load:
Weary, till thou give me rest,
Guilty, till I feel thy blood.
See me, a meer sinner see,
Miserable, poor, and blind,
Till I lose my all in thee,
Till in thee my all I find.

Verse 3
What have I thy grace to move?
Beast and devil is my name,
God I hate, and sin I love,
Sin I love, and sin I am.
Yet I mean thy grace to try;
Sinners if thou canst receive,
Here I am, their captain I;
Wouldst thou have me die or live?

Verse 4
Thou the potter, I the clay,
Nothing have I, Lord, to plead,
Nothing have I, Lord, to say:
Bid me live, or strike me dead.
I cannot in judgment stand:
Raise; or slay me with thy breath,
Guilty I shall feel thy[1] hand,
Guilty of eternal death.

Verse 5
Trembling I expect my fate,
If thou as my judge appear;
If thou art my advocate,
Jesus, what have I to fear?
Jesus is the sinners’ friend,
Sinners Jesus came to save,
Jesus, I on thee depend,
Peace, and power in thee I have.

Verse 6
I the golden scepter see
(Self-despairing as I was)
Now, ev’n now reach’d out to me
I receive thy pard’ning grace.
Of thy grace I cannot doubt;
Sinners to thy wounds who fly,
Thou in no wise wilt cast out:
Lo! I come, the sinner I!

Verse 7
Thou shalt make me white as snow,
Tho’ my soul be black as hell.
Never from thy cross I go,
Safe within thy wounds I dwell.
Other refuge have I none,
None do I desire beside;
Friend of sinners, I am one,
Save me, who for me hast died.

[1] Wesley changed “thy” to “thine” in 1745.