Psalms ‎#51b

51b. Original and actual Sin confessed

1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin;
And born unholy and unclean,
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts the 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 defil'd in ev'ry part.

[3 Great God, create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true:
Oh make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]

4 Behold I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace;
No outward forms can make me clean;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hysop-branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

6 Jesus, My God, thy blood alone
Hath pow'r sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.

7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice;
And make my broken heart rejoice.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin
• Title: Original and actual Sin confessed
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 51
• Notes: Second Part

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