I am a stranger here below,
And what I am, ’tis hard to know:
I am so vile, so prone to sin,
I fear that I’m not born again.
When I exper’ence call to mind,
My understanding is so blind,
All feeling sense seems to be gone,
Which makes me think that I am wrong.
I find myself out of the way,
My thoughts are often gone astray;
Like one alone, I seem to be,
Oh is there anyone like me.