We are brethren,
Kindred in a fallen race.
Fallen from God’s gracious blessing,
Everywhere but on our face.
Proud of all our vain achievements,
Prouder of things we’ve yet to do.
Choosing to ignore our weakness,
We’d have our cake, and eat it, too.
Wretched people proud and broken,
Who will save us from this death?
Praise to Jesus, eternal Savior,
Who gives the corpse eternal breath.