I am a stranger here below,And what I am tis hard to know;I am so vile, so full of sin,I fear that I'm not born again.When I experience call to mind,My understanding is so blind;All feeling sense seems to be gone,Which makes me fear that I am wrong.I find myself out of the way,My thoughts are often gone astray;Like one alone I seem to beOh! Is there anyone like me?It's seldom I can ever seeMyself as I would wish to be;What I desire I can't attain,From what I hate, I can't refrain.My nature is so prone to sin,Which makes my duty so unclean;That when I count up all the cost,Without free grace, I know I'm lost.
