| 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! |