When Ad­am sinned, through all his race
The dire con­ta­gion spread:
As sick­ness, death, and deep dis­grace
Sprang from our fall­en head.

Satan in strong and hea­vy chains,
Binds the de­lud­ed soul;
And ev­ery fu­ri­ous pas­sion reigns,
Without the least con­trol.

From God and hap­pi­ness we fly,
To earth and sense con­fined;
Lost in a maze of mi­se­ry,
Yet to our mi­se­ry blind.

Whene’er the man be­gins his race,
The cri­mi­nal ap­pears;
And ev­il ha­bits keep their pace
With our in­creas­ing years.

Corruption flows through all our veins,
Our mor­al beau­ty’s gone;
The gold is fled, the dross re­mains;
Oh sin, what hast thou done!

Jesus, re­veal Thy par­don­ing grace,
And draw our souls to Thee;
Thou art the on­ly hid­ing place,
Where rui­ned souls can flee.