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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'er 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 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 heart rejoice.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin |
| Title: | Original and actual sin confessed |
| Meter: | Long Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1791 |
| Scripture: | |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Second part |