CCLVII. Depravity of Nature

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 facem
My only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make me cleanm
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.

Text Information
First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin
Title: Depravity of Nature
Meter: Long Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1790
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Topic: Family Worship
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