|  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! |