Jesus, Be My All
Devon Kauflin / Isaac Watts
How sad our state by nature is
Our sin how deep it stains
When Satan takes our captive minds
And binds us with his chains
But there's a voice of sovereign grace
Within Your sacred Word
"Come you hopeless, lost sinners come
And trust upon the Lord"
My soul obeys the mighty call
And runs to this relief
I have believed Your promise, Lord
Oh help my unbelief
To the fountain of Your own blood
Incarnate God, I fly
Here let me wash my spotted soul
From crimes of deepest dye
Stretch out Your arm, victorious King
My reigning sins subdue
Defeat the pride that dwells within
Keep Calvary in my view
A guilty, weak, and helpless soul
Into Your hands I fall
Lord, be my strength and righteousness
My Jesus, be my all