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Lord, I Am Vile, Conceived in Sin

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #3919 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1. Lord, I am vile, conceived 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 defiled in every part. 3. Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true; 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 power 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 or ease; Lord, let me hear Thy pardoning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. Languages: English Tune Title: LEIGHTON

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.LI.II (1816) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 7 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. 8 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 every part. 9 [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true; O make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] 10 Behold, I fall before thy face; My only refuge is thy grace; No outward forms can make me clean; The leprosy lies deep within. 11 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. 12 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. 13 While guilt disturbs & breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken heart rejoice. Topics: Original and actual sin confessed Scripture: Psalm 51:7-13 Languages: English

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P51b (1766) Lyrics: 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 a new, And form my Spirit pure and true; 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 attone; 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 or Ease, Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning Voice, And make my broken Bones rejoice. Topics: Backsliding soul restored; Blood of Christ cleansing from Sin; Christ Our Hope; Confession of Sin, Repentance and Pardon; Distress relieved; Guilt of Conscience relieved; Pardon of original and actual sin; Repentance and Faith in the Blood of Chirst; Sabbath Sacrifice; Sin original and actual, confessed and pardoned; Spirit his teaching desired; Wickedness of Man Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #254 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 every part. 3 [Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true; 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 power 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 or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. Topics: Original and actual sin confessed; Penitence of the awakened sinner Penitence

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #119 (1790) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 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 true: 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 or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English