Romans 7:24, 25: Most wretched of all the lost race

Most wretched of all the lost race,
My burden unable to bear,
I yield to my utter disgrace,
I plunge in the gulf of despair:
Ah, who from this intimate hell,
This body of sin, shall set free,
My fulness of evil expel,
And save such a sinner as me!

The grace of a pacified God,
(Who gave us His Son from above,)
The virtue of Jesus's blood,
Applied by the Spirit of love!
My Saviour, I know, shall release,
My soul to the uttermost save,
And fill me with heavenly peace,
And ransom at last from the grave.
Wuat must I do, shut up alone,
And to this wretched self confined;
Nothing but sin I call my own,
Naked, and destitute, and blind:
A gulf of darkness palpable,
A being infinite and void,
My nature's total fall I feel,
And all my painful want of God!
In iron bondage bound,
In guilt and misery,
I shall repeat the doleful sound,
Who shall deliver me?
Wretched as sin can make
Its struggling vassal here,
Till He who did my sorrows take,
In my behalf appear.
O Thou redeeming God
Regard my plaintive cry,
The soul for whom Thou shedd'st Thy blood
Is at the point to die:
Deaf to a sinner's groan
If Thou despise my pain,
I perish utterly undone,
And Thou hast died in vain.
But wilt Thou give me up
Out of Thy presence cast