Rusty (ninjabaggins) wrote,

Hymn 19

Lord, we are vile, concieved in sin
And born unholy and unclean
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
corrupts his race and taints us all.

Soon as we draw one infant breath
the seeds of sin grow up for death
Thy law demands a perfect heart
but we're defiled in every part.

Great God, create my heart anew
and form my spirit pure and true.
O make me wise betimes to see
my danger and my remedy.

Behold, I fall before thy face
My only refuge is thy grace
No outward forms can make me clean
the leprosy lies deep within

No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast
nor hyssop branch nor sprinkling priest,
nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
can wash the dismal stain from me.

Jesus, my God, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone
Thy blood can make me white as snow
No law or deed could cleanse me so.

While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace
nor flesh, nor soul hath rest or ease.
Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice
and make my broken heart rejoice.
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