Original and actual sin confessed. Ps. 51. 1-9; Rom. 5. 12
I. Watts L.M.
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.
Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
The law demands a perfect heart;
But we’re defiled in every part.
Behold, I fall before thy face;
My only refuge is thy grace;
Not outward forms can make me clean –
The leprosy lies deep within.
Jesus, my Lord! thy blood alone
Has power sufficient to atone;
Thy blood can make me white as snow;
No Jewish types could cleanse me so.
While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,
Nor flesh, nor soul, has rest or ease;
Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.