Verse 1
The summer of my youth is past,
The winter of old age is here
Yet, O my God, unsav’d at last,
Unchang’d, unholy I appear,
I am not in thine image found,
A meer, meer helpless sinner I
A wretched cumberer of the ground,
Not fit to live, not fit to die.
Verse 2
Mercy as with my latest breath,
Mercy in Jesus I implore,
My Ransomer from Second death
Spirit of life, and love, and power.
Enter this desperate, dying heart,
A Saint out of a sinner bring,
And sav’d I then in peace depart,
And Jesus praise for ever sing.