Just as I am without one plea But that Thy blood was shed for me And Thou bidst me come to Thee O Lamb of God come come. and waiting not To rid my soul dark blot Thee whose can cleanse each spot though tossed about With many a conflict doubt Fightings fears within without poor wretched blind Sight riches healing the mind Yea all need in find wilt receive Wilt welcome pardon cleanse relieve Because promise believe love unknown Hath broken every barrier down Now be Thine yea Thine alone Sources: Faith Publishing House Evening Light Songs 1949 edited 1987 (358)