How sad our state by nature is
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How sad our state by nature is;Our sin—how deep it stains!And Satan holds our captive mindsFast in his slavish chains.
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But there's a voice of sovereign grace,Sounds from the sacred word;"Ho! ye despairing sinners, come!And trust a pardoning Lord."
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My soul obeys the almighty call,And runs to this relief;I would believe thy promise, Lord;O, help my unbelief!
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A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,In thy kind arms I fall;Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,My Saviour and my All.