HYMN LXXXVII. The all-sufficient Saviour

I AM that I am, Saith Christ the dear Lamb: What think ye, O Sinners, of this wond'rous Name?

D' your Hearts now begin To tingle within, To know what this mystical Title doth mean?

If now you enquire With earnest Desire, And say, O to know him our Hearts are on Fire?

My Master replies, I am, will suffice Thy Wants, O poor Sinner! who unto him flies.

I am to the blind The Light of the Mind; And Feet to the Cripple, and Strength he shall find.

If Sin is thy Grief, I am thy Relief: A Saviour I am to poor Sinners the Chief.

I am to the poor An unwasting Store, Who ever recovers me, shall never want more.

O Sinners give Ear What Fulness is here! O! who would not come to a Saviour so dear.

He saw from his Throne Poor Sinners undone, And their Lives to Ransom he gave up his own.

He came from above The Curse to remove, And yet shall we slight such unspeakable Love?

If we like the Jews His Kindness refuse, 'Tis plain that Destruction we willfully choose.

But O ye opprest Whom Sin hath distrest, Come, come unto Jesus, and you shall have rest.

Methinks one doth cry, Such Sinner am I, I dare not, I dare not to Jesus draw nigh.

Christ answers again, Thy doubting refrain. Come, come unto me, and I'll purge ev'ry stain.

Whate'er is thy Case, Come now and embrace My purchas'd Salvation, and thou shalt have Peace.