Text: | The Fall of man |
1 On man, in his own image made,
How much did God bestow;
The whole creation homage paid,
And own'd him, lord below!
2 But oh! by sin how quickly chang'd!
His peace and honor fled,
His heart from GOD and truth estrang'd,
His conscience fill'd with dread!
3 Now from his Maker's voice he fled,
Which was before his joy;
And thought to hide his guilty head,
From all all-seeing eye.
4 Compell'd to answer to his name,
With stubborness and pride
He cast on God himself the blame,
Nor once for mercy cry'd.
5 But grace, unask'd his heart subdu'd,
And all his guilt forgave;
By faith the promis'd seed he view'd,
And felt its pow'r to save.
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First Line: | On man, in his own image made |
Title: | The Fall of man |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1799 |
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Topic: | Fall of man, its effects lamented; Man: His fall |