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Original and actual sin confessed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #LIb (1785) First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd 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, The seeds of sin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defil'd in every part. 3 [Great GOD, create my heart a-new, And form my spirit pure and true; Oh make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] 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, Nor hysop-branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. 6 Jesus, my GOD, thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to attone; Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 7 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease; Lord, let me hear thy pardoning voice, And make my broken heart rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Hymnal: A Choice Collection of Hymns, in which are some never before printed #CLXXVII (1782) Languages: English

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. (New and Rev. ed.) #27 (1819) Languages: English

Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin

Hymnal: A Collection of Hymns, for the Use of the Protestant Church of the United Brethren. New and Revised ed. #28 (1832) Languages: English

Original and actual Sin confessed

Hymnal: Psalms #51b (1793) First Line: Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin Lyrics: 1 Lord, I am vile, conceiv'd 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, The seeds of sin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. [3 Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true: Oh make me wise betimes to spy My danger and my remedy.] 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, Nor hysop-branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away. 6 Jesus, My God, thy blood alone Hath pow'r sufficient to atone; Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 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 heart rejoice. Scripture: Psalm 51 Languages: English