From the Gadsby Hymnal

In darkness born, I went astray,

And wandered from the gospel way;

And since the Saviour gave me sight,

I cannot see without his light.

So poor, and blind, and lame I am,

My all is bound up in the Lamb;

And blessed am I when I see

My spirit's inmost poverty.

I cannot walk without his might,

I cannot see without his light;

I can have no access to God,

But through the merits of his blood.

It makes me feel my ruined state,

It lays my soul at mercy's gate;

And Jesus smiles at such a guest;

And cheers him with a heavenly feast.

John Berridge (1716-1793)