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Need of Sacrifice.
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

91 Man totally Depraved. C.M. 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 ! 92 The Fall and God's Mercy. L.M. 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. 7's. 1 HONEY though the bee prepares,

An envenomed sting he wears ;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant, blooming rose.

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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. 94

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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4 This sad disease has taken place

In all the sons of Adam's race;
There's no one free, or high or low,

The infant and the aged too. 95 Deceitfulness of Sin.

C.M. 1 Sin dwells within this heart of mine ;

No child its power escapes ;
It can in thousand colours shine,

Or take a thousand shapes.
2 It robs the Christian of his rest;

Annoys his soul in prayer;
But though it lodges in his breast,

He hates its presence there.
3 'Tis present when we speak or think;

It moves the hands and feet;
It is a bitter draught to drink,

Though many call it sweet. 4 It oft adopts a change of plan,

Its deadly ends to gain,
And suits itself to every man-

Religious or profane. 5 But God's own word distinctly saith,–

May we its truth confess
Sin's wages are eternal death,

And life is all of grace. 96

The Same. 1 SIN has a thousand treacherous arts

To practise on the mind ;

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With flattering looks she tempts our hearts,

But leaves a sting behind.
2 With names of virtue she deceives

The aged and the young,
And while the heedless wretch believes,

She makes his fetters strong.
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Effects of Sin.

C.M. 1 THOUGH'small the drops of falling rain,

If one be singly viewed,
Collected, they o'erspread the plain,

And form a mighty flood.
2 Thus sinners think their evil deeds,

Like drops of rain, are small; But it the power of thought exceeds

To count the sum of all. 3 One sin can raise, though small it seems,

A flood to drown the soul; What, then, when countless million streams

Shall join to swell the whole ?
4 Yet, while they think the weather fair,

If warned, they smile or frown;
But they will tremble and despair

When the fierce flood comes down. 98 All Guilty before God. C.M. 1 Vain are the hopes the sons of men

On their own works have built,
Their hearts by nature are unclean,

And all their actions guilt.

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