XI | The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre#XII | XIII |
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.
But there's a Voice of Sov'reign Grace
sounds from the sacred Word;
Ho! ye despairing Sinners come,
and trust upon the Lord.
2 My Soul obeys th' Almighty Call,
and runs to this Relief;
I would believe thy Promise, Lord;
oh! help my Unbelief.
To the dear Fountain of thy Blood,
incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
from Crimes of deepest Dye.
3 Stretch out thine Arm, victorious King
my reigning Sins subdue;
Drive the old Dragon from his Seat,
with all his hellish Crew.
A guilty, weak, and helpless Worm,
on thy kind Arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
my Jesus, and my All.
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First Line: | How sad our State by Nature is! |
Title: | Faith in CHRIST for Pardon & Sactification |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1773 |