1 I was once far away from the Savior
And as vile as a sinner could be;
I wondered if Christ, the Redeemer,
Would save a poor sinner like me.
I wandered on in the darkness,
Not a ray of light could I see;
And the tho't fill'd my heart with sadness,
There's no hope for a sinner like me.

2 But there in that lonely hour
A voice sweetly whispered to me,
Saying "Christ, the Redeemer, hath power
To save a poor sinner like thee."
I listened, and lo! 'twas the Savior
That was speaking so kindly to me:
I cried, "I'm the chief of sinners,
Thou canst save a poor sinner like me."

3 Fully then trust I in Jesus,
And oh, what a joy came to me;
My heart was filled with praises,
For he saved a poor sinner like me.
No longer in darkness I'm walking,
For the light is shining on me,
And now unto others I'm telling
How he saved a poor sinner like me.