Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#306

306. How sad our state by nature is!

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.

Text Information

• First Line: How sad our state by nature is!
• Meter: C. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctification; Salvation through Jesus Christ: The sinner trusting in Christ for salvation

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