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.
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.
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.
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.
Just as I am—Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve: Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am—Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down; Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come.
Just as I am—of that free love The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove, Here for a season, then above, O Lamb of God, I come.
Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871