Fantasia on the Hymn Tune: But There's a Voice of Princely Grace

Music composed by: John Fuester © Hymn Copyright 2010, Fantasia 2019 ----------
Hymn Text: Isaac Watts ------------
But there's a voice of princely grace, sounds from God's holy word;
Ye poor, captive sinners, come, And trust upon the Lord.
My soul obeys the sovereign call, And runs to this relief;
I would believe thy promise, Lord, Oh, help my unbelief.
To the blest fountain of t h y blood, Incarnate God, I fly,
Wash my soul from scarlet stains, And sins of deepest dye.
A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, Into thy hands I fall;
Thou art the Lord, my righteousness, My Saviour, and my all.
Alternate Verses:
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, My 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.