1 Backward with humble shame we look
On our original;
How is our nature dash'd and broke
In our first father's fall?
2 To all that's good averse and blind,
But prone to all that's ill;
What dreadful darkness veils our mind!
How obstinate our will!
3 [Conceiv'd in sin (O wretched state!)
Before we draw our breath;
The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.
4 How strong in our degenerate blood
The old corruption reigns,
And mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders thro' all our veins!]
5 [Wild and unwholesome as the root
Will all the branches be;
How can we hope for living fruit
From such a deadly tree?
6 What mortal pow'r from things unclean
Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital stream
From an infected spring.]
7 Yet, mighty God! thy wond'rous love
Can make our nature clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.
8 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first:
Hosanna to that sov'reign pow'r
That new-creates our dust!
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Backward with humble shame we look |
Title: | Original sin; or, the first and second Adam |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Notes: | Public Domain. |