A slave and captive now was I,
For I am dead in sin.
My life’s a waste; I’m now alone,
Without a friend or kin.
What is this earth and sea so vast?
What secret Will hath made?
Whence now, poor wretch, have I come from?
God made me, without aid.
His mighty pow’r hath made all things;
With wisdom God abides.
Of his delights I fully know,
God governs and he guides.