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 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.
|First Line:||Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in Sin|
|Title:||Original and actual Sin confessed|
|Topic:||Backsliding soul: restored; Blood of Christ cleansing from Sin; Christ: Our Hope(9 more...)|