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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.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word,
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord."

3 My soul obeys th'almighty call,
And runs to this relief,
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
Oh! help my unbelief.

4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.

A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #104

1 How sad our State by Nature is,
Our Sin how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive Souls
Fast in his slavish Chains.

2 But there's a Voice of sovereign Grace
Sounds from the sacred Word,
Here ye despairing Sinners come,
And trust upon the Lord.

3 My Soul obeys th' Almighty Call,
And runs to this Relief;
I wou'd believe thy Promise, Lord!
O! help my unbelief.

4 To the blest Fountain of thy Blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted Soul
From Crimes of deepest Die.

5 Stretch out thy Arm, victorious King
My reigning Sins subdue;
Drive the old Dragon from his Seat,
With all infernal Crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless Worm,
Into thy Arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Jesus, and my All.


A Collection of Psalms and Hymns #B.XV

1 How sad our state by nature is;
Our sin how deep its stains;
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
“Ho! ye despairing sinners come,
And trust upon the Lord.”

3 My soul obeys the almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief.

4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thy arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall,
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.

A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #764

1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from GOD's sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come
"And trust upon the LORD."

3 O may we hear th' Almighty call,
And run to this relief;
We would believe thy promise, LORD,
O! help our unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Teach us, O LORD! to fly:
There may me wash my spotted souls
From crimes of deepest dye!

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
Our reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
And form our souls anew.

6 Poor, guilty, weak and helpless worms,
On thy kind arm we fall;
Be thou our strength and righteousness,
Our JESUS and our All.

A Selection of Psalms and Hymns: done under the appointment of the Philadelphian Association #CI

1. How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep the stain!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish Chains.

2. But here a Voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred Word:
Come, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.

3. My soul obeys th’ almighty call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe your promise, Lord;
Oh! help my unbelief.

4. To the dear fountain of your blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5. Stretch out your arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.

6. A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On your kind arms I fall;
Be now my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.

Hymns and Devotions for Daily Worship #195

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.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
"And trust upon the Lord."

3 My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief,
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O! Help my unbelief.

4 [To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God I fly!
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.]

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.

Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books: I. collected from the scriptures, II. composed on divine subjects, III. prepared for the Lord's Supper #II.XC

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.

Hymns to the Living God #76

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.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word,
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord."

3 My soul obeys th'almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
Oh! help my unbelief.

4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.

Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #306

1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace,
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a pardoning, Lord."

3 My soul obeys the almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord:
Oh, help my unbelief!

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Saviour and my All.

Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient & modern (Abr. ed.) #260

1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin--how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace,
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a pardoning Lord."

3 My soul obeys the almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord:
Oh, help my unbelief!

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Saviour and my All.


Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #563

1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace,
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a pardoning Lord."

3 My soul obeys the almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
Oh, help my unbelief!

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Saviour and my All.

Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs, ancient and modern for use in the prayer-meeting #221

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."
My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O 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.
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.


Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.90

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.

Psalms and Hymns to the Living God #200

1 How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust a faithful Lord."

3 My soul obeys the gracious call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord,
O help my unbelief!

4 To the blest fountain of Thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
Into Thy arms I fall;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my all.

AMEN.

The A.M.E. Zion Hymnal: official hymnal of the African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church #427

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.

2 But there's a Voice of Sov'reign Grace
Sounds from the sacred Word;
Ho! ye despairing Sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.

3 My Soul obeys th' Almighty Call,
And runs to this Relief;
I would believe thy Promise, Lord;
O! help my Unbelief.

[4 To the dear fountain of thy Blood,
Incarnate God! I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted Soul
From Crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thine Arm, victorious King
My reigning Sins subdue;
Drive the old Dragon from his Seat,
With all his hellish Crew.]

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless Worm,
On thy kind Arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Jesus, and my All.

The Christians Duty, exhibited, in a series of Hymns: collected from various authors, designed for the worship of God, and for the edification of Christians (1st Ed.) #CXII

1. How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2. But hark! a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred Word;
Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord!

3. My soul obeys the Almighty’s call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief!

4. To the blest fountain of Thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From sins of deepest dye.

5. Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old Dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.

6. A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
Into Thy hands I fall;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness,
My Savior, and my all.

The Cyber Hymnal #2618

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.

The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre: being the New-England Psalm-Book, revised and improved... (2nd ed.) #XII

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.

2 But there's a Voice of sov'reign Grace
Sounds from the sacred Word,
Ho, ye despairing Sinners come,
And trust upon the Lord.

3 My Soul obeys th' Almighty Call,
And runs to this Relief;
I would believe thy Promise, Lord!
Oh, help my Unbelief.

[4 To the dear Fountain of thy Blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted Soul
From Crimes of deepest Dye.]

5 Stretch out thine Arm, victorious King
My reigning Sins subdue,
Drive the old Dragon from his Seat,
With all his hellish Crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless Worm,
Into thy Arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Jesus, and my All.

The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship (27th ed.) #II.XC

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.


The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre: being the New England Psalm Book (Rev. and Improved) #XII

1 How sad our state by nature is;
Our sin how deep it stains!
And Satan holds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace,
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come!
And trust a pardoning Lord."

3 My soul obeys the almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O, help my unbelief!

4 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
In thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Saviour and my All.

The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #371