LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin,

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; Thy law demands a perfect heart, But we're denied in every part.

Behold I fall before Thy face, My only refuge is Thy grace; No outward forms can make me clean; The leprosy lies deep within.

No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood nor sea, Can wash the dismal stain away.

Jesus, my God! Thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone; Thy blood can make me white as snow; No Jewish types could cleanse me so.