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 [Conceiv'd in sin (O wretched state!)
Before we draw our breath,
The first young pulse begins to beat
Iniquity and death.
4 How strong in our degenerate blood
The old corruption reigns,
And, mingling with the crooked flood,
Wanders thro' all our veins!]
5 Wild and unwholesome as the root
Will all the branches be;
How can we hope for living fruit
From such a deadly tree?
6 What mortal power from things unclean
Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital stream
From an infected spring?]
7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love
Can make our nature clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.
8 The second Adam shall restore
The ruins of the first,
Hosanna to that sovereign power
That new creates our dust.