By faith the promised Seed he viewed,
And felt His power to save.
Eden and the Fall.
1 THERE was a lovely garden once,
A garden bright and fair;
The sweetest flowers in Eden bloomea,
And purest joys were there.
2 Our parents in that garden dwelt,
Nor did they dwell alone;
They joyfully communed with God,
For sin was there unknown.
3 They loved to do their Maker's will,
As holy angels do;
No sinful thought, no selfish wish,
No pain or grief they knew.
4 But soon the cruel tempter came;
They listened to his lies;
They broke their Maker's righteous law,
And lost their Paradise.
5 They lost their bright and happy home; And thus our world became
A world of sorrow and of sin,
Of misery and shame.
The Fall and its Effects.
1 WHEN Adam sinned, through all his race
The dire contagion spread;
Sickness and death and deep disgrace
Spring from our fallen head.
2 From God and happiness we fly, To earth and sense confined; Lost in a maze of misery,
Yet to our misery blind.
3 Whene'er the man begins his race,
The criminal appears;
And evil habits keep their pace
With our increasing years.
4 Corruption flows through all our veins ; Our moral beauty's gone;
The gold is fled, the dross remains,—
O sin, what hast thou done!
5 Jesus, reveal Thy pard'ning grace,
And draw our souls to Thee;
Thou art the only hiding-place
Where ruined souls can flee.
Original Sin Universal.
1 ALL children are conceived in sin,
All prove themselves impure within ;
And all, each day that passes, show
How much the seeds of evil grow.
2 All, all the tempter's will obey,
Follow his steps the downward way,
Until the Lord His grace impart,
That moulds and forms anew the heart.
3 Jesus the Lord alone can give
The grace by which a child can live;
All other hope is false and vain,
None enter heaven till born again.
1 WHEN Adam fell, he quickly lost
God's image which He once possessed:
See all our nature since could boast
In Cain, his first-born son, expressed!
2 The sacrifice the Lord ordained,
In type of the Redeemer's blood,
Self-righteous reasoning Cain disdained,
And thought his own first-fruits as good.
3 Yet rage and envy filled his mind,
When with a sullen, downcast look,
He saw his brother favour find,
Who God's appointed method took.
4 Such was the wicked murderer, Cain;
And such by nature still are we,
Until by grace we're born again,
Malicious, blind, and proud as he
Man totally Depraved.
1 How helpless guilty nature lies,
Unconscious of its load!
The heart unchanged can never rise
To happiness and God.
2 The will perverse, the passions blind,
In paths of ruin stray;
Reason so lost can never find
The safe, the narrow way.
3 Can aught, except a power divine, The stubborn will subdue ?
'Tis Thine, Eternal Spirit, Thine
To form the heart anew.
4 O shine on us with quick'ning ray,
And bid the sinner live;
And lest we leave the heavenly way,
Thy constant succour give!
The Fall and God's Mercy.
1 WHEN Adam, ruined by the fall, Lost his fair garden and his all,
His Maker stooped from heaven to prove His matchless mercy and His love. 2 No sooner was the misery born,
Which clothed the wilderness with thorn,
Than Mercy, heavenly Mercy, goes
To plant the myrtle and the rose.
3 This was a stretch of love indeed,
Just suited to the sinner's need;
Which only they can learn to prize
Whom grace makes to salvation wise.
4 Such know they were by nature in
The ruin that results from sin;
And only these sincerely own
Salvation by the Lord alone.
93 False and True Pleasures.
1 HONEY though the bee prepares,
An envenomed sting he wears;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant, blooming rose.
2 Where we think to find a sweet,
Oft a painful sting we meet ;
When the rose invites our eye,
We forget the thorn is nigh.
3 Why are thus our hopes beguiled?
Why are thus our pleasures spoiled ?
Why do agony and woe
From our choicest comforts grow? 4 Sin has been the cause of all! "Twas not thus before the fall; What but pain, and thorn, and sting, From the root of sin can spring? 5 In the heavens, where Christ is King, Sweets abound without a sting! Thornless there the roses blow, And the joys unmingled flow.
The Great Disease.
1 OF all diseases here below,
And all that mortals undergo,
Or from without, or from within,
There's no disease so bad as sin.
2 This sore disease, how vast it's spread!
The heart, the hands, the feet, the head,
The soul and all its powers, have been,
E'er since the fall, diseased with sin.
3 Of all diseases, 'tis the first,
And 'tis the sorest and the worst ;
So strong it is, and stubborn too,
Nothing but grace can it subdue.
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