O Help My Unbelief

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."
 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
 Stretch out Thine arm, victorious King
 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