Classic Poem

I

I HEAR the Counsel of a Friend;
To the kind Voice, my Soul, attend.
" Come, Sinners, wretched, blind, and poor,
" Come, draw from my unbounded Store.

II

" I only ask you to receive,
" For freely I my Blessings give. "
J ESUS , and are thy Treasures free,
Then I may dare to come to Thee?

III

I come for Grace, that Gold refin'd,
T' enrich and beautify my Mind,
Grace that will Trials well endure,
By Trials more divinely pure;

IV

Naked I come for that bright Dress,
Thy perfect spotless Righteousness,
That glorious Robe, so richly dy'd
In thine own Blood, my Shame to hide.

V

Like Bartimeus , Lord , to Thee
I come: O give the Blind to see!
Ev'n Clay is Eye-salve in thine Hand,
If Thou the Blessing but command.

VI

Poor, naked, blind I hither came,
O let me not depart the same!
Let me return, All-gracious Lord ,
Enrich'd, adorn'd, to Sight restor'd.