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)