Go Ad-Free
If you regularly use Hymnary.org, you might benefit from eliminating ads. Consider buying a Hymnary Pro subscription.
If you regularly use Hymnary.org, you might benefit from eliminating ads. Consider buying a Hymnary Pro subscription.
1 Bless'd with the joys of innocence,
Adam, our father, stood,
Till he debas'd his soul to sense,
And ate th'unlawful 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 powers restore,
Inspire us with a heavenly 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.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #54
First Line: | Blest with the joys of innocence |
Title: | Corrupt Nature From Adam |
Author: | Isaac Watts |
Meter: | 8.6.8.6 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |