Benjamin Milgrove
(1731 - 1810)

Milgrove : How sad our state by nature is : illustration

How sad our state by nature is
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Milgrove was Precentor of the Countess of Huntingdon's Chapel in Bath (see illustration). This setting comes from his second (of three) collections of "hymns as they are sung at the Right Honourable the Countess of Huntingdon's chappel in Bath". The general congregation (sometimes divided into men and women) should sing the Air, accompanying harmonies to be taken by the choir.
Lyrics: Isaac Watts

How sad our state by nature is,
Our sin how deep it stains.
And Satan binds our captive souls
Fast in his slavish chains.

But there's a voice of sov'reign grace
Sounds from God's sacred word;
Ho! Ye despairing sinners come,
And trust upon the Lord.

O may we hear th'almighty call
And run to this relief.
We would believe thy promise,
Lord, O help our unbelief.

To the blest fountain of thy blood
Teach me, O Lord, to fly;
There may we wash our spotted souls
From crimes of deepest dye.

Poor, guilty, weak and helpless worms,
Into thine hands we fall;
Be Thou our strength and righteousness,
Our Jesus and our all.