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 experience call to mind,
My understanding is so blind--
All feeling sense seems to be gone,
Which makes me think that I am wrong.
Source: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #106