How Sad Our State by Nature Is!

Verse 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.

Verse 2

But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word,
“Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
“And trust upon the Lord.”

Verse 3

My soul obeys th’ almighty call,
And runs to this relief,
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O! help my unbelief.

Verse 4

[To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest die.

Verse 5

Stretch out thine arm victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.]

Verse 6

A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.