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Creation and the Fall and Depravity of Man
54 (C.M.) Isaac Watts
Backward with humble shame we look
On our original;
How is our nature dashed and broke
In our first father's fall!
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!
Wild and unwholesome as the root
Will all the branches be;
How can we hope for living fruit
From such a deadly tree?
What mortal pow'r from things unclean
Can pure productions bring?
Who can command a vital stream
From an infected spring?
Yet, mighty God! Thy wondrous love
Can make Thy people clean,
While Christ and grace prevail above
The tempter, death, and sin.
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