When some fellow yields to temptation,
And breaks a conventional law,
We look for no good in his makeup, 
Oh, Lord, how we look for the flaw!
No one asks, "Who did the tempting?"
Nor allows for the battles he's fought.
His name becomes food for the jackals,
The saints who have never been caught.
I'm a sinner, Oh , Lord, and I know it.
I am weak, and I blunder and fail.
I am tossed on life's stormy ocean
Like a ship that is caught in the gale.
I am willing to trust in Thy mercy,
To keep the commandments You taught.
But deliver me, Lord, from the judgement
Of the saints who have never been caught.