Hymns and Spiritual Songs by Isaac Watts
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Her crimes shall speedily awake
The fury of our God. 5 The cup of wrath is ready mix'd, And she must drink the dregs; Strong is the Lord her sovereign Judge, And shall fulfil the plagues. Hymn 1:57. Original sin; or, The first and second Adam, Rom. 5. 12. Psalm 51. 5. Job 11. 4. 1 Backward with humble shame we look On our original; How is our nature dash'd and broke In our first father's fall! 2 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! 3 [Conceiv'd in sin (O wretched state!) Before we draw our breath, The first young pulse begins to beat Iniquity and death. 4 How strong in our degenerate blood The old corruption reigns, |
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