Desiring Christ

I AM needy, sick and sore, Lord, I'm ev'ry thing that's poor; To thine arms for help I fly, O relieve, or else I die!

Whoso will, to Christ may come— In his heart there's always room; Ev'ry longing soul may try— Christ will hear them ere they die.

Nothing but a Saviour's blood Hath redeem'd lost souls to God; That will ev'ry thing out vie— Hear me, Christ, or else I die.

I'm encourag'd by thy word, To believe thy promise, Lord; Hear my humble, plaintive cry— Come, dear Christ, or else I die.

Here then, Lord, before thee now, In my soul I humbly bow; O by faith may I rely On thy promise ere I die.

Take me, Lord, just as I am, Full of sin, and guilt, and shame. To thy bleeding arms I fly— Save, O save, or else I die.

Jesus died that I might live; Come, my soul, thy praises give— Can I better spend my breath? He redeem'd my soul from death.

Glory to the eternal three, For such love to sinful me; But in glory bright above, I shall better sing thy love!