Jude: T was thus, not yet awaken'd, dead

T was thus, not yet awaken'd, dead
In trespasses, I proudly said,
And in my sins went on;
When rich in forms, and outward good,
I never felt my guilty load,
Or knew myself undone.
But now my misery I confess,
I feel my total want of grace,
A needy sinner I!
Wretched, and blind, and stripp'd of all,
O save me, at Thy feet I call,
Or in my sins I die.