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1. Come, ye Christians, sing the praises
Of your condescending God;
Come, and hymn the blessed Jesus,
Who hath washed us in his blood.
We are poor, and weak, and silly,
And to every evil prone:
Yet our Jesus loves us freely,
And receives us for his own.
2. Though we're mean in man's opinion.
He hath made us priests and kings;
Power, and glory, and dominion,
To the Lamb, the sinner sings,
Leprous souls, unsound and filthy,
Come before him as you are;
'Tis the sick man, not the healthy.
Needs the good Physician's care.
