1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains!
And satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word,
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord."
3 My soul obeys th'almighty call,
And runs to this relief,
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
Oh! help my unbelief.
4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.
5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.
6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.
|First Line:||How sad our state by nature is!|
|Title:||Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctification|
|Topic:||Christ: Salvation Through Him|