Verse 1
In sin I long have dwelt
The wretched slave of man,
My guilty burthen felt,
With Satan’s gauling chain,
By cruel taskmasters opprest,
Far from the land of gospel-rest.
Verse 2
Estrang’d alas, from God,
The God of pardning grace,
I tremble at the rod,
Yet serve th’ Egyptian race,
Repeat my melancholy moan,
And in the iron furnace groan.