A Selection of Psalms and Hymns ‎#CI

CI. 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 souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from GOD's sacred word;
"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come
"And trust upon the LORD."

3 O may we hear th' Almighty call,
And run to this relief;
We would believe thy promise, LORD,
O! help our unbelief.

4 To the blest fountain of thy blood,
Teach us, O LORD! to fly:
There may me wash my spotted souls
From crimes of deepest dye!

5 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
Our reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
And form our souls anew.

6 Poor, guilty, weak and helpless worms,
On thy kind arm we fall;
Be thou our strength and righteousness,
Our JESUS and our All.

Text Information

• First Line: How sad our state by nature is
• Author: Dr. Watts
• Meter: Com. Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Zechariah 13:1
• Topic: After Sermon
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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