I.

O What a wretched state I'm in!
In midnight darkness and in sin;
In chains of death, the devil's slave,
Just stepping in the gaping grave.

II.

O God, look down, look down on me,
Forgive my sins, and set me free;
O soon I'm fix'd, O wretched doom!
Where help nor hope can never come.

III.

I may perhaps, for who can tell?
I may escape the jaws of hell;
Lord here I fall before thy face,
Make me a miracle of grace.