1 When Adam sinned, through all his race
The dire contagion spread;
Sickness and death, and deep disgrace
Sprang from our fallen head.

2 From God and happiness we fly,
To earth and sense confined;
Lost in a maze of misery,
Yet to our misery blind.

3 Corruption flows through all our veins,
Our moral beauty's gone;
The gold is fled, the dross remains;
O sin! what hast thou done!

4 Jesus! reveal thy pardoning grace,
And draw our souls to thee;
Thou art the only hiding-place
Where ruined souls can flee.