How sad and awful is my state

Verse 1

How sad and awful is my state! The very thing I do, I hate! When I to God draw near in pray'r, I feel the conflict even there!

Verse 2

I mourn, because I cannot mourn, I hate my sin, yet cannot turn; I grieve, because I cannot grieve, I hear the truth, but can't believe.

Verse 3

Where shall so great a sinner run? I see I'm ruin'd and undone; Dear Lord, in pity now draw near, And banish ev'ry rising fear.

Verse 4

Thy blood dear Lord, which thou hast spilt, Can make this rocky heart to melt; Thy blood can make me clean within-- Thy blood can pardon all my sin.

Verse 5

'Tis on the atonement of that blood, I now approach to thee, my God; This is my hope, this is my claim, Jesus has died and wash'd me clean.