Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: How sad our state by nature is
Topic: Penitential
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: CM
Tune:
Hymn Number: 23
Page Number: 022, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsHow 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.
My soul obeys the Almighty's call,
And runs to this relief;
I do believe they 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.