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<h2>JUST AS I AM, WITHOUT ONE PLEA</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“Look, the Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the world!” John 1:29</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_e_l_elliott_c.jpg" alt="Charlotte Elliott (1789-1871)" width="108" height="162.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_e_l_elliott_c.html" target="_blank">Charlotte Elliott</a>, 1835; first appeared in <em>The Christian Remembrancer</em>, whose editor Elliott became in 1836. The last verse is from Elliott’s <em>Hours of Sorrow Cheered and Comforted</em>, 1836.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Woodworth,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_bradbury_wb.html" target="_blank">William Batchelder Bradbury</a>, <em>Mendelssohn Collection, or Third Book of Psalmody</em> (New York: 1849) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_o_woodwort.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<li>“Saffron Walden,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_brown_ah.html" target="_blank">Arthur Henry Brown</a>, before 1907 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_a_saffronw.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_b_r_bradbury_wb.jpg" alt="William Batchelder Bradbury (1816-1868)" width="132.666666666667" height="202.666666666667"></td>
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<p>Miss Charlotte Elliott was visiting some friends in the West End of London, and there met the eminent minister, <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_m_a_malan_hac.html" target="_blank">Cesar Malan</a>. While seated at supper, the minister said he hoped that she was a Christian. She took offense at this, and replied that she would rather not discuss that question. Dr. Malan said that he was sorry if had offended her, that he always liked to speak a word for his Master, and that he
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hoped that the young lady would some day become a worker for Christ. When they met again at the home of a mutual friend, three weeks later, Miss Elliott told the minister that ever since he had spoken to her she had been trying to find her Saviour, and that she now wished him to tell her how to come to Christ. “Just come to him as you are,” Dr. Malan said. This she did, and went away rejoicing. Shortly afterward she wrote this hymn.</p>
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<p><em>My Life and the Story of the Gospel Hymns</em>, by <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_a_sankey_id.html" target="_blank">Ira D. Sankey</a> (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: The Sunday School Times Company, 1907).</p>
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<p>About these words, her brother said:</p>
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<p>In the course of a long ministry, I hope I have been permitted to see some of the fruit of my labor, but I feel that far more has been done by a single hymn of my sister’s.</p>
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<p>Just as I am, without one plea,<br>
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But that Thy blood was shed for me,<br>
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And that Thou bidst me come to Thee,<br>
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O Lamb of God, I come, I come.</p>
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<p>Just as I am, and waiting not<br>
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To rid my soul of one dark blot,<br>
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To Thee whose blood can cleanse each spot,<br>
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O Lamb of God, I come, I come.</p>
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<p>Just as I am, though tossed about<br>
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With many a conflict, many a doubt,<br>
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Fightings and fears within, without,<br>
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O Lamb of God, I come, I come.</p>
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<p>Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind;<br>
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Sight, riches, healing of the mind,<br>
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Yea, all I need in Thee to find,<br>
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O Lamb of God, I come, I come.</p>
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<p>Just as I am, Thou wilt receive,<br>
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Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve;<br>
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Because Thy promise I believe,<br>
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O Lamb of God, I come, I come.</p>
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<p>Just as I am, Thy love unknown<br>
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Hath broken every barrier down;<br>
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Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone,<br>
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O Lamb of God, I come, I come.</p>
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<p>Just as I am, of that free love<br>
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The breadth, length, depth, and height to prove,<br>
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Here for a season, then above,<br>
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O Lamb of God, I come, I come!</p>
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