Hymns and Tunes 1886 371
How Sad Our State by Nature Is
Words: Isaac Watts8s, 6s, & 4s
1How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin—how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains.
2But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word:
'Ho! ye despairing sinners, come!
And trust a pardoning Lord.'
3My soul obeys the almighty call,
And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief!
4A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
In thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my Strength and Righteousness,
My Saviour and my All.
- Words
- Isaac Watts
- Meter
- 8s, 6s, & 4s
- Scripture
- Romans 3:23; Ephesians 2:1-5; Mark 9:24
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The verse
- Meter
- 9.7.9.6 · the hymnal prints 8s, 6s, & 4s
- Foot
- iambic (da-DUM) · 50% of beats fit
- Rhyme
- ABCB
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