1 | When I am in the natural man, |
| How very strong I feel I am. |
| I do not know, I cannot scan |
| | | How weak I am. |
2 | When in the world I have my life, |
| I cannot sense my failure rife, |
| But boasting in my earnest strife, |
| | | I forward press. |
3 | When I within the darkness dwell, |
| My shallow state I cannot tell, |
| I only think how I excel, |
| | | And proudly dream. |
4 | But when at last I come to Thee, |
| Thy searching light uncovers me, |
| I see what I could never see- |
| | | My self exposed. |
5 | I wither neath Thy piercing ray, |
| And all my strength dissolves away, |
| My self-esteem in dust I lay, |
| | | And lowly bow. |
6 | How blind and foolish is the pride |
| With which my soul was fortified; |
| From my dark heart, self-satisfied, |
| | | It issued forth. |
7 | Theres not a thing that pride can claim, |
| Theres not a member but is lame, |
| Theres only deep regret and shame, |
| | | How can I pray? |
8 | Thy blood from judgment saveth me. |
| Thy life from wrath delivers me, |
| How filthy yet in poverty |
| | | I really am. |
9 | I want to pray, but faith have not, |
| I fain would seek Thee as Thou art. |
| Oh, canst Thou eer renew my heart, |
| | | Have mercy, Lord! |