As shapen in iniquity,
No good by nature can I see;
My heart can never serve Thee right,
In folly it is sunken quite.
Yea, Saviour! I'm too mean and small
To treat Thy law and claims at all;
What for my neighbour's good may be,
Is hid from and unknown to me,
My life is very short and weak,
A thread, a passing wind may break;