Just as thou art, O child of God,
Thy wandering steps retrace;
For though thy Father use the rod,
He will not hide His face.
Yea, bare thy heart-
Just as thou art.

Just as thou art, thy wrong confess:
He will not turn away.
He knoweth well thy soul's distress;
Then haste, make no delay.
He'll take thy part,
Thou weary heart.

Just as thou art-for His dear sake,
His glory, and His name-
He'll still thy heart's persistent ache;
He'll fan its feeble flame. Come as thou art,
Thou broken heart.

Just as thou art:oh, do not wait
To make thyself more meet,
But rid thy soul of this great weight;
Thy Lord will wash thy feet,
And soothe the smart
Of thy poor heart.

Just as thou art, He will restore,
And by the waters still
He'll lead thy willing feet once more;
And thou shalt take thy fill With Him apart,
Thou poor starved heart.

Just as thou wast, thy sin-bound heart
Thou gav'st Him, long ago.
Then, as a wayward child, why not
Come to Him now-just so ?
Though cold thou art,
He craves thy heart.

Just as thou art:He pleads His love,
His cross, His care for thee,
The place He has prepared above,
His coming soon to be.
Just make the start;
He'll warm thy heart.

Just as thou art-'tis not too late,
Although the little while
Doth hasten on, there still doth wait
His loving, sad, sweet smile.
Just as thou art,
Come home, dear heart.

H. McD.