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| XI | The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully 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 Sovereign 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,
Into thy Arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Jesus, and my All.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | How sad our State by Nature is! |
| Title: | Faith in CHRIST for Pardon & Sactification |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1758 |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |