How sad our state by nature is Our sin how deep it stains When Satan takes our captive minds And binds us with his chains But there's a voice of sovereign grace Within Your sacred Word "Come you hopeless, lost sinners come And trust upon the Lord" My soul obeys the mighty call And runs to this relief I have believed Your promise, Lord Oh help my unbelief To the fountain of Your own blood Incarnate God, I fly Here let me wash my spotted soul From crimes of deepest dye Stretch out Your arm, victorious King My reigning sins subdue Defeat the pride that dwells within Keep Calvary in my view A guilty, weak, and helpless soul Into Your hands I fall Lord, be my strength and righteousness My Jesus, be my all