[Verse 1]
I came in crooked, born askew,
A nature bent and worn,
But that crook never came from him,
The first man in the morn.

[Verse 2]
The prophet wrote it plain enough,
A long time back, you'll find:
The son shall not bear up the load,
The father left behind.

[Verse 3]
The Author thought me as I am,
He thought my bent and bone,
And every sin I ever sinned,
Was mine and mine alone.

[Verse 4]
He did not need a federal head,
No stand-in for my plea,
He spoke me as a thought direct,
And thinks me into me.

[Verse 5]
And if my sin is mine and mine,
Then so is His own grace,
Not borrowed from a borrowed Lord,
But poured upon my face.

[Verse 6]
So sing it plain, the saints of God,
We carry our own load,
But Christ has borne it on the tree,
And walks us up the road.