Lord, I Am Vile, Conceived In Sin |
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all.
2. Soon as we draw our infant breath,
3. Great God, create my heart anew, | 4. Behold, I fall before thy face; My only refuge is thy grace: No outward forms can make me clean The leprosy lies deep within.
5. No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
6. Jesus, my God, thy blood alone |
7. While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And make my broken bones rejoice. |