1 Bless'd with the joys of innocence,
Adam our father stood,
Till he debas'd his soul to sense,
And ate forbidden food.
2 Now we are born a sensual race,
To sinful joys inclin'd;
Reason has lost its native place,
And flesh enslaves the mind.
3 While flesh, and sense, and passion reigns,
Sin is the sweetest good;
We fancy music in our chains,
And so forget the load.
4 Great God! renew our ruin'd frame;
Our broken pow'rs restore;
Inspire us with a heav'nly flame,
And flesh shall reign no more.
5 Eternal Spirit! write thy law
Upon our inward parts,
And let the second Adam draw
His image on our hearts.
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First Line: | Bless'd with the joys of innocence |
Title: | Corrupt nature from Adam |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |