Woodworth

1Just as I am, with-out one plea But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

2Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot,
To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

3Just as I am, though tossed about With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings within, and fears without, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

4Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind,— Sight, riches, healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need, in thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

5Just as I am, thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

6Just as I am, thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be thine, and thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.