Lord, we are vile, and full of sin
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Lord, we are vile, and full of sin,We 're born unholy and unclean;Sprung from the man whose guilty fallCorrupts his race, and taints us all.
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Soon as we draw our infant breathThe seeds of sin grow up for death;Thy law demands a perfect heart,But we 're defiled in every part.
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Behold, we fall before thy face;Our only refuge is thy grace:No outward forms can make us clean;The leprosy lies deep within.
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Nor bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,Nor hyssop branch, nor earthly priest,Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,Can wash the dismal stain away.