An unconverted state; or, Converting grace. <br /> <br />[Great King of glory and of grace, <br />We own, with humble shame, <br />How vile is our degen'rate race, <br />And our first father's name.] <br /> <br />From Adam flows our tainted blood, <br />The poison reigns within; <br />Makes us averse to all that's good, <br />And willing slaves to sin. <br /> <br />[Daily we break thy holy laws, <br />And then reject thy grace; <br />Engaged in the old serpent's cause, <br />Against our Maker's face.l <br /> <br />We live estranged afar from God, <br />And love the distance well; <br />With haste we run the dangerous road <br />That leads to death and hell. <br /> <br />And can such rebels be restored? <br />Such natures made divine? <br />Let sinners see thy glory, Lord, <br />And feel this power of thine. <br /> <br />We raise our Fathers name on high <br />Who his own Spirit sends <br />To bring rebellious strangers nigh, <br />And turn his foes to friends.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-159/
