Adam

On man in his own image made, How much did God bestow! The whole creation homage paid, And own'd him Lord below

He dwelt in Eden's garden, stor'd With sweets for ev'ry sense; And there, with his sescending Lord, He walk'd in confidence

But, oh! by sin how quickly chang'd! His honour forfeited, His heart from God and truth estrang'd, His conscience fill'd with dread!

Now from his Maker's voice he flees, Which was before his joy; And thinks to hide, amidst the trees, From an all-seeing eye.

Compell'd to answer to his name; With stubbornness and pride, He cast on God himself the blame; Nor once for mercy cry'd.

But grace, unask'd, his heart subdu'd; And all his guilt forgave; By faith the pro

Thus we ourselves would justify, Though we the law transgress; Like him, unable to deny, Unwilling to confess.

But when by faith the sinner sees A pardon bought with blood, Then he forsakes his foolish pleas, And gladly turns to God.