HYMNS | Just as I Am

Charlotte Elliot 

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, 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 as I am—Thy love unknown

Hath broken every barrier down;

Now, to be Thine, yea, Thine alone—

O Lamb of God, I come, 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, I come!

Charlotte Elliott suffered debilitating illness and bouts of deep depression. Her question concerning her usefulness was always with her. I’m convinced it was. With this glorious hymn of hers, ringing in their ears, hundreds and thousands of people came to our Savior when they walked from where they were sitting in the auditorium or stadium to the front of the stage where Billy Graham and his team were there to welcome them to their encounter with God.