CLXII. Origianl and actual Sin confessed

1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the Man whose guilty Fall
Corrupts the Race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant Breath,
The Seeds of Sin grow up for Death:
Thy Law demands a perfect Heart,
But we're defil'd in ev'ry Part.

3 [Great GOD, create my Heart anew,
And form my Spirit pure and trueL
O make me wise betimes to spy
My Danger and my Remedy.]

4 Behold, I fall before thy Face;
My only Refuge is thy Grace:
No outward Forms can make me clean,
The Leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding Bird, nor bleeding Beast,
Nor Hyssop Branch, nor sprinkling Priest,
Nor running Brook, nor Flood, nor Sea,
Can wash the dismal Stain away.

6 JESUS, my GOD, thy Blood alone
Hath Pow'r sufficient to atone;
Thy Blood can make me white as Snow;
No Jewish Types could cleanse me so.

7 While Guilt disturbs and breaks my Peace,
Nor Flesh nor Soul hath Rest nor Ease;
LORD, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice,
And make my broken Bones rejoice.

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First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin
Title: Origianl and actual Sin confessed
Language: English
Publication Date: 1791
Topic: liturgical: Confession Songs; Penitential Hymns
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