HYMN 90. (C. M.) Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctification.
I
How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
II
But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word,
‘Ho, ye despairing sinners, come,
‘And trust upon the Lord.’
III
My soul obeys th'almighty call,
And runs to this relief,
I would believe thy promise, Lord,
O! help my unbelief.
IV
To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly,
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye.
V
Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue,
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.
VI
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall:
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.
