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 Says from the sacred word: O ye dispairing sinners, come! And trust upon the Lord My soul obeys the almighty call And runs to this relief I will believe thy promise, Lord, O help my unbelief! To the dear fountain of Thy blood Incarnate God, I fly Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest dye! Stretch out thine arm, victorious king My reigning sins subdue Drive the old dragon from his seat With all his hellowish crew A guilty, weak and helpless worm On Thy kind arms I fall Be Thou my strength in righteousness My Jesus and my all But there's a voice of sovereign grace Says from the sacred word: O ye dispairing sinners, come! And trust upon the Lord