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.