<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412972" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 51 part 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Original and actual sin confessed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin;<br>And born unholy and unclean;<br>Sprung from the man whose guilty fall<br>Corrupts the race, and taints us all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon as we draw our infant breath,<br>The seeds of sin grow up for death;<br>Thy law demands a perfect heart,<br>But we're defiled in every part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Great God, create my heart anew,<br>And form my spirit pure and true;<br>O make me wise betimes to spy<br>My danger and my remedy.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold, I fall before thy face;<br>My only refuge is thy grace:<br>No outward forms can make me clean<br>The leprosy lies deep within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,<br>Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,<br>Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,<br>Can wash the dismal stain away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jesus, my God, thy blood alone<br>Hath power sufficient to atone;<br>Thy blood can make me white as snow<br>No Jewish types could cleanse me so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace,<br>Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease;<br>Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,<br>And make my broken bones rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412972" data-title="Psalm 51 part 2 de Isaac Watts" data-description="Original and actual sin confessed. 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;..."></div> </div> </div>

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