Deep in the Dust Before Thy Throne

Deep in the dust be­fore Thy throne

Our guilt and our dis­grace we own;

Great God! we own th’un­hap­py name

Whence sprang our na­ture and our shame;

Adam the sin­ner: at his fall

Death like a con­quer­or seized us all;

A thou­sand new-born babes are dead

By fa­tal un­ion to their head.

But whilst our spir­its

filled with awe

Behold the ter­rors of Thy law

We sing the hon­ors of Thy grace

That sent to save our rui­ned race.

We sing Thine ev­er­last­ing Son

Who joined our na­ture to His own;

Adam the se­cond from the dust

Raises the ru­ins of the first.

By the re­bel­lion of one man

Through all his seed the mis­chief ran;

And by one man’s obe­di­ence now

Are all his seed made right­eous

too.

Where sin did reign

and death abound

There have the sons of Ad­am found

Abounding life; there glo­ri­ous grace

Reigns through the Lord our right­eous­ness.