764    C.M.     Isaac Watts
Faith in Christ for Pardon and Sanctification

1 How sad our state by nature is;
  Our sin how deep its stains;
  And Satan binds our captive minds
  Fast in his slavish chains.

2 But there’s a voice of sovereign grace
  Sounds from the sacred word;
  “Ho! ye despairing sinners come,
  And trust upon the Lord.”

3 My soul obeys the almighty call,
  And runs to this relief;
  I would believe thy promise, Lord;
  O help my unbelief.

4 To the dear fountain of thy blood,
  Incarnate God, I fly;
  Here let me wash my spotted soul
  From crimes of deepest dye.

5 Stretch out thy arm, victorious King,
  My reigning sins subdue;
  Drive the old dragon from his seat,
  With all his hellish crew.

6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
  On thy kind arms I fall,
  Be thou my strength and righteousness,
  My Jesus, and my all.