Jackson

Lyrics

I am a stranger here below,
And what I am is hard to know;
I am so vile, so prone to 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 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,
O, is there any one like me?

My nature is so prone to sin,
Which makes my doing so unclean;
That when I count up all the cost,
If not free grace, then I am lost.