Just as I am, without one plea,
But that thy blood was shed for me,
And that thou bidd’st 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, thou wilt receive,  Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;
Because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come, I come..

Just a I am; thy love unknown, Has broken every barrier down;
N ow to be thine, yea, thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.

Author: Charlotte  Elliot

Music by William B. Bradbury
1st Published in: 1836