poor and dirty was my soul ,when it lied in the miry clay
nothing was my gain ,while i served the sin as a slave
sin the master of my life ,demanded the very life of mine
savour stood far away ,waved his hand to my avail
failed to know his lnguage and sign
fainted my life to death again
'tis the story of my life that produced the misery
wind of grace ,blew over me, all the ignorance flew away
happy ,happy is my life ,when it finds its love in christ
join this company of people ,whom the world despises
'cause they loved christ the lord of life.