200. How Sad Our State

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.
But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
sounds from the sacred word,
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come,
and trust upon the Lord."

2 My soul obeys th'almighty call,
and runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief.
Unto the fountain of Thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
here let me wash my spotted soul
from crimes of deepest dye.

3 Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King,
my reigning sins subdue;
and drive the 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.

Text Information
First Line: How sad our state by nature is
Title: How Sad Our State
Author: Isaac Watts (1707)
Meter: CMD
Language: English
Publication Date: 2023
Topic: Repentance and Faith
Tune Information
Name: SASHA
Composer: Joan J. Pinkston (1998)
Meter: CMD
Key: g minor
Copyright: © 1998 Joan J. Pinkston
Notes: Copyright owner has given permission for this hymn to be displayed



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