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Blest with the joys of innocence
Adam our father stood,
Till he debased his soul to sense,
And ate th' unlawful food.
Now we are born a sensual race,
To sinful joys inclined;
Reason has lost its native place,
And flesh enslaves the mind.
While flesh, and sense,
and passion reigns,
Sin is the sweetest good;
We fancy music in our chains,
And so forget the load.
Great God! renew our ruined frame,
Our broken powers restore,
Inspire us with a heav'nly flame,
And flesh shall reign no more.
Eternal Spirit! write thy law
Upon our inward parts,
And let the second Adam draw
His image on our hearts.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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