Prone I lay, head hung in shame

How wretched I am; how great my blame?

Found explicitly guilty without an excuse

The sum of my offenses so profuse

Shipwrecked amid the sea of sin

Not even afloat attempting to swim

Crushed I rest on the ocean floor

Dead, I'll breathe never more

Yet Your mighty hand reaches down

You pull me up and offer a crown

You are the Master; You alone are King

What am I? Such an unworthy thing

Therefore I testify to how great You are

That You would humble Yourself so far

To be crucified for a sinner like me

Just to declare the worthless worthy