399		LM
	JESUS, the sinner’s Friend, to Thee,    Lost and undone, for help I flee; Weary of earth, myself, and sin, Open Thine arms and take me in.
2	Pity and heal my sin-sick soul; Lord, Thou alone canst make me whole; Into my darkened spirit shine, For I am lost, till Thou art mine.
3	At last I know it cannot be That I should fit myself for Thee: Here, then, to Thee I all resign; Thine is the work, and only Thine.
4	Now, for Thyself, my life prepare; Transform my heart and enter there. Thy work alone can make me clean, Make all things new, and cast out sin.
5	What can I say Thy grace to move? Lord, I am sin, but Thou art love: I give up every plea beside, Lord, I am lost—but Thou hast died.
	Charles Wesley, 1707-88