1 There is a voice of sovereign grace
Sounds from the sacred word;
"Ho! 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,
Oh! help my unbelief.

3 To the dear fountain of tThy blood,
Incarnate God I fly;
Here let me wash my sinful soul
From crimes of deepest die.

4 Stretch out thine arm, victorious King,
My reigning sins subdue;
Drive the old dragon from his seat,
With his apostate crew.

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm,
On Thy kind arms I fall;
Be thou my strength and righteousness,
My Jesus, and my all!