English poem
Hymn 2:78
by Isaac Watts (1674–1748)
When the first parents of our race Rebell'd and lost their God, And the infection of their sin Had tainted all our blood;
Infinite pity touch'd the heart Of the eternal Son, Descending from the heavenly court He left his Father's throne.
Aside the Prince of glory threw His most divine array, And wrapt his Godhead in a veil Of our inferior clay.
His living power, and dying love Redeem'd unhappy men, And rais'd the ruins of our race To life and God again.
To thee, dear Lord, our flesh and soul We joyfully resign, Bless'd Jesus, take us for thy own, For we are doubly thine.
Thine honour shall for ever be The business of our days, For ever shall our thankful tongue Speak thy deserved praise.