956    7s     John Newton
“Come unto me, all ye that labour.” Matt. 11. 28

1 Christ has blessings to impart,
  Grace to save thee from thy fears;
  O the love that fills his heart!
  Sinner, wipe away thy tears.

2 Why art thou afraid to come?
  Why afraid to tell thy case?
  He will not pronounce thy doom;
  Smiles are seated on his face.

3 Though his majesty be great,
  Yet his mercy is no less;
  Though he thy transgressions hate,
  Jesus feels for thy distress.

4 Raise thy downcast eyes and see,
  Numbers do his throne surround;
  These were sinners once, like thee;
  But have full salvation found.

5 Yield not, then, to unbelief;
  Courage, soul, “there yet is room!”
  Though of sinners thou art chief,
  Come, thou burdened sinner, come.