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,
Into Thy hands I fall;
Be Thou my strength and righteousness,
My Savior, and my all.
Isaac Watts, How Sad Our State by Nature Is
Listen to Indelible Grace’s version, O Help My Unbelief
