I Am A Stranger Here Below

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I am a stranger here below,
And what I am tis hard to know;
I am so vile, so full of 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 fear that I am wrong.

I find myself out of the way,
My thoughts are often gone astray;
Like one alone I seem to be
Oh! Is there anyone like me?

It's seldom I can ever see
Myself as I would wish to be;
What I desire I can't attain,
From what I hate, I can't refrain.

My nature is so prone to sin,
Which makes my duty so unclean;
That when I count up all the cost,
Without free grace, I know I'm lost.