William J. Henry V1 C V2 C V3 C V4 C V5 C [V1] Come, poor sinner, come to Jesus, Bring Him all your sin and care; Though your soul be bowed with anguish, He will all your trouble share. [C] He is waiting, He is waiting, Freely He will all forgive, He will pardon, He will pardon, Look to Jesus, look and live. [V2] Though your sins arise like mountains, Though like crimson they appear, Through the precious blood of Jesus They shall be like crystal clear. [V3] Oh, the precious blood that bought you! Oh, the suff’rings on the tree! Can you slight His offered mercy, And His love so pure and free? [V4] Jesus, pleading, calls the wand’rer, Stands with outstretched arms to save; See the wounds received on Calv’ry, Freely there His life He gave. [V5] Come, then, precious soul, to Jesus, Hasten now, your sins forsake; Jesus ready stands to save you, Come, oh, come before too late