That this weak and helpless frame
With all its sin and shame
Should be spared from eternal flame
And claim God’s most holy name

That this frail and sinful shell
In wickedness so deep, fell
Should become a place where Christ dwell,
And cause my lips, his gospel to tell

That Christ should call me his own
And present me faultless, before His throne
What joy, what a privilege to be known
By Him who changed my heart of stone.