Just
As I Am - Charlotte Elliot, 1789-1871
Just as I am,
without one plea,
But that Thy
blood was shed for me,
And that Thou
bidst me come to Thee,
O Lamb of God, I
come, I come.
Just as I am, and
waiting not
To rid my soul of
one dark blot,
To Thee whose
blood can cleanse each spot,
O Lamb of God, I
come, I come.
Just as I am,
though tossed about
With many a
conflict, many a doubt,
Fightings and
fears within, without,
O Lamb of God, I
come, I come.
Just as I am,
poor, wretched, blind;
Sight, riches,
healing of the mind,
Yea, all I need
in Thee to find,
O Lamb of God, I
come, I come.
Just as I am, Thy
love unknown
Hath broken every
barrier down;
Now, to be Thine,
yea, Thine alone,
O Lamb of God, I
come, I come.