"Ignorance of Scripture is ignorance of Christ." - Jerome

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Help my Unbelief

Isaac Watts might have known a thing or two about writing hymns. Another hymn of healing doubt. I was introduced to this hymn while enjoying Indelible Grace's Fifth Album: This song adapted to a modern folky treatment by Andrew Osenga. Man, Andy knows how to pick those gems to redo!:

1. How sad our state by nature is!
Our sin, how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive minds
Fast in his slavish chains
But there's a voice of sov'reign grace,
Sounds from the sacred word:
"O, ye despairing sinners come,
And trust upon the Lord."

2. My soul obeys th' almighty call,
And runs to this relief
I would believe thy promise, Lord;
O help my unbelief!
To the dear fountain of thy blood,
Incarnate God, I fly;
Here let me wash my spotted soul,
From crimes of deepest dye.

3. Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With all his hellish crew.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all.

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