Till all the ransom'd church of God,
Be sav'd, to sin no more.
E'er since by faith, I saw the stream
Thy flowing wounds supply,
Redeeming love has been my theme,
And shall be till I die.
Then in a nobler, sweeter song,
I'll sing Thy power to save;
When this poor lisping, flat ring tongue,
Lies silent in the grave.
HYMN 150.
Just as I am, without 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.
Just as I am, tho' toss'd about,
With many a conflict, many a doubt,
Alarms within, and fears without
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,
Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve,
Because Thy promise I believe,
O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am, Thy love I own
Has broken every barrier down;
Now to be Thine, yea Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I come.