Deep in the dust be­fore Thy throne
Our guilt and our dis­grace we own;
Great God! we own th’un­hap­py name
Whence sprang our na­ture and our shame;

Adam the sin­ner: at his fall
Death like a con­quer­or seized us all;
A thou­sand new-born babes are dead
By fa­tal un­ion to their head.

But whilst our spir­its, filled with awe,
Behold the ter­rors of Thy law,
We sing the hon­ors of Thy grace,
That sent to save our rui­ned race.

We sing Thine ev­er­last­ing Son,
Who joined our na­ture to His own;
Adam the se­cond from the dust
Raises the ru­ins of the first.

By the re­bel­lion of one man
Through all his seed the mis­chief ran;
And by one man’s obe­di­ence now
Are all his seed made right­eous, too.

Where sin did reign, and death abound,
There have the sons of Ad­am found
Abounding life; there glo­ri­ous grace
Reigns through the Lord our right­eous­ness.