How sad our state by nature is!

Sung during the Sunday worship at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London (Spurgeon’s).

Hymn 362 from our hymn book, Psalms & Hymns of Reformed Worship.

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 sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred Word,
‘Come, all despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.’

My soul obeys the almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe Thy promise, Lord,
O help my unbelief.

To the dear fountain of Thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my guilty soul
From crimes of deepest dye.

A guilty, weak and helpless worm,
On Thy kind arms I fall;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus and my All.

Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
Tune: Martyrdom
Composer: Scottish melody arr. Hugh Wilson (1766-1824)

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