1 The carnal mind takes different ways,
And different objects she surveys;
She’s pleased with things that suit her taste,
But hates the God of truth and grace.

2 No beauty in the Lord she views,
Nor is she charmed with gospel-news;
She sets at nought, with vain contempt,
The Man the Lord Jehovah sent.

3 She hates him as the mighty God,
The church’s Wisdom, Life, and Head;
His priestly office she disdains,
And wantons with his wounds and pains.

4 Whatever office Jesus bears,
Or in what glorious form appears,
She was, and is, and still will be
Against him dreadful enmity.

5 [Is this the case? Yes, Lord, ’tis true;
And I’ve a carnal nature too,
That fights, with all its hellish might,
Against the God of my delight.

6 Yet, bless the Lord, through grace I feel
I have a mind that loves him well;
Nor shall the dreadful power of sin,
My better part from Jesus win.]

7 [May grace not only live and reign,
But may its powers be felt and seen;
Dear God, my every foe subdue,
And make me more than conqueror too.]