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 How strong in our degenerate blood,
The old corruption reigns,
And, mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders through all our veins!
4 Wild and unwholesome as the root
Will all the branches be;
How can we hope for living fruit
From such a deadly tree?
5 What mortal power from things unclean,
Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital stream
From an infected spring?
6 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love
Can make our nature clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.
7 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first,
Hosanna to that sovereign power
That new-creates our dust!
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #55
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