We Come to Thee, Sweet Saviour

We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!
Just because we need Thee so;
None need Thee more than we do;
Nor are half so vile or low.

O bountiful salvation!
O life eternal won!
O plentiful redemption!
O Blood of Mary's Son!

We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!
None will have us, Lord! but Thee;
And we want none but Jesus,
And His grace that makes us free.

We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!
For our sins are worse than ever;
Dear Shepherd of the outcast!
But Thy patience wearies never.

We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!
With our broken faith again:
We know Thou wilt forgive us,
Nor upbraid us, nor complain.

It is love that makes us come:
We are certain of our welcome,
Of our Father's welcome home.
We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!

Fear brings us in our need;
For Thy hand never break eth,
Not the frailest bruised reed.
We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!

For to whom, Lord! can we go?
The words of life eternal
From Thy lips for ever flow.
We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!

We have tried Thee, oft before;
But now we come more wholly,
With the heart to love Thee more.
We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!

'Tis in answer to Thy call,
Dear Hope of the unworthy!
Dearest Merit of us all!
We come to Thee, sweet Saviour!

And Thou wilt not ask us why:
We cannot live without Thee,
And still less without Thee die.