The Psalms of David ‎#II.XC

II.XC. 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 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.

Text Information

• First Line: How sad our State by Nature is!
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Justification and Sanctification; Sin pardoned and subdued; Faith in Christ
• Notes: Public Domain.

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