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The dayís of Paradise were few,
Man lived not long in innocence;
He sinned, and sin his offspring slew,
Death passed on all for his offence.

Adam survives throughout his race,
We do our fatherís deeds by choice;
Like him, we shun our Makerís face,
And tremble at our Judgeís voice.

Yet is our Maker still our Friend;
man yet may meet his Judge with joy;
God, in out nature, did not send
His Son to punish and destroy.

He sent him forth to seek and save
The lost, the dying, and the dead,
Cancel the curse, despoil the grave,
And bruise for ever Satanís head.

Thou, who thy Son to us didst give,
That none who trust in him should die;
Give us to him that we may live;ó
To his atoning blood we fly.

Behold his sacrifice of love,
So freely offered in our stead;
Behold him at the throne above,
And save the souls for whom he bled.

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Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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