1. Un- clean and bat- tered, torn by sin, By things I do, my thoughts with- in, I lie there blood- ied on life's road with death and sin my on- ly load.

2. A- cross that road the world passed by turn- ing a deaf ear to my cry, No help to give, they could not save and so they left me for my grave.

3. And, what of me, when I saw need? Did I my Sa- vior's bid- ding heed? Too of- ten on the o- ther side I've walked a- way be- cause of pride.

4. Sin bleeds from me and stops my breath, in A- dam all I know is death; My works are rags, my off- erings vain, From dust I came in dust re- main.

5. But in my need my Sa- vior died, Not pas- sing on the o- ther side. Re- breathed His Spir- it in my dust, bound up my wounds, de- clared me just.