1. How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep the stain!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish Chains.

2. But here a Voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from the sacred Word:
Come, ye despairing sinners, come,
And trust upon the Lord.

3. My soul obeys th’ almighty call
And runs to this relief;
I would believe your promise, Lord;
Oh! help my unbelief.

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

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

6. A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On your kind arms I fall;
Be now my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.