1 [Great King of Glory and of grace, We own with humble shame, How vile is our degenerate race, And our first father's name.]
2 From Adam flows our tainted blood, The poison reigns within, Makes us averse to all that's good, And willing slaves to sin.
3 [Daily we break thy holy laws, And then reject thy grace; Engag'd in the old serpent's cause Against our Maker's face.]
4 We live estrang'd afar from God, And love the distance well; With haste we run the dangerous road That leads to death and hell.
5 And can such rebels be restor'd? Such natures made divine? Let sinners see thy glory, Lord, And feel this power of thine.
6 We raise our Father's name on high, Who his own Spirit sends To bring rebellious strangers nigh, And turn his foes to friends.