1 LORD, we are vile, conceived in sin,
And born unholy and unclean;
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his 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 defiled in every part.
3 Behold, we fall before thy face;
Our only refuge is thy grace:
No outward forms can make us clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.
4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
No hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.
5 Jesus, thy blood, thy blood alone.
Hath power sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make us white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse us so.
6 While guilt disturbs and breaks our peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let us hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make these broken hearts rejoice.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #359
|First Line:||Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin|
|Title:||Original and actual Sin confessed|