1 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.
2 Adam, the sinner: At his fall Death like a conqueror seiz'd us all; A thousand new-born babes are dead By fatal union to their head.
3 But whilst our spirits fill'd with awe Behold the terrors of thy law, We sing the honours of thy grace, That sent to save our ruin'd race.
4 We sing thine everlasting Son, Who join'd our nature to his own; Adam the second, from the dust Raises the ruins of the first.
5 [By the rebellion of one man Thro' all his seed the mischief ran; And by one man's obedience now Are all his seed made righteous too.]
6 Where sin did reign, and death abound, There have the sons of Adam found Abounding life; there glorious grace Reigns thro' the Lord our righteousness.