Come ye sinners, paralytic,
Bruised and wounded, twice afflicted;
Come to Him, with hearts enslaved
To Jesus run, by Him be saved.
Broken, broken, before God
In flesh, a cripple; in heart, a fraud.
W'thout a penny's worth my name
I crawled to Jesus in desp'rate shame.
With anguish, zeal, I cried aloud,
Through the roof and past the crowd,
"You who can, my sorrows, feel
But one word from You will heal!"
"Which is simpler?" ask-ed He.
"Forgiveness? Healing?" For both, my plea!
And so, my Savior heard my cry:
Mighty, He, both did apply.
The first: He cast my sins aside;
Forgiveness, mercy, He supplied.
The second: promised, on that Day,
He would soon wipe the tears away.
Though crippled now, someday I'll be
Whole and blessed, eternally!
I'm saved, I'm saved; see, I am free!
For this, indeed's enough for me!
Come ye sinners, paralytic,
Bruised and wounded, twice afflicted;
Come to Him, with hearts enslaved
To Jesus run, by Him be saved.
J. P. Antonios