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,
O help my unbelief.
Unto the 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;
and drive the 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.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #76
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Hymns to the Living God #76||How Sad Our State||How sad our state by nature is||SASHA||Isaac Watts||CMD||2017||Repentance and Faith ||
|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #227||How sad our state by nature is||How sad our state by nature is||Isaac Watts||2012|
|The Cyber Hymnal #2618||How Sad Our State by Nature Is!||How sad our state by nature is||SOUTHWELL (Irons)||Isaac Watts||CM||<cite>Hymns and Spiritual Songs, 1707-9, Book II</cite> number 90|