Text: | How Sad Our State |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Tune: | SASHA |
Composer: | Joan J. Pinkston |
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 | |
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First Line: | How sad our state by nature is |
Title: | How Sad Our State |
Author: | Isaac Watts (1707) |
Meter: | CMD |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 2017 |
Topic: | Repentance and Faith |
Tune Information | |
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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 |