Fallen, that’s the way we all begin

Fallen, that’s the way we all begin:
Imprisoned by the evil fate we’re in.
How can we from this hard world of sin
    be saved?

Even though we love the Lord so much,
Somehow, it seems we get out of touch
With Jesus. How can we be freed from such
    distress?

Sometimes we know we aren’t being real
Then times, we just live by how we feel.
Is there some way we could ever deal
    with self?

Christians, scattered throughout all the earth
Are wand’ring—Lord, where is Your Bride of worth?
How can all those of the second birth
    be one?