On Man, in His Own Image Made

On man

in His own im­age made

How much did God be­stow?

The whole cre­ation hom­age paid

And owned him Lord

be­low!

He dwelt in Ed­en’s gar­den

stored

With sweets for ev­ery sense;

And there with his des­cend­ing Lord

He walked in con­fi­dence.

But O! by sin how quick­ly changed!

His hon­or for­feit­ed

His heart

from God and truth

es­tranged

His con­sci­ence filled with dread!

Now from his mak­er’s voice he flees

Which was be­fore his joy:

And thinks to hide

amidst the trees

From an all see­ing eye.

Compelled to an­swer to his name

With stub­born­ness and pride

He cast

on God Him­self

the blame

Nor once for mer­cy cried.

But grace

un­asked

his heart sub­dued

And all his guilt for­gave;

By faith

the pro­mised seed he viewed

And felt His pow­er to save.

Thus we our­selves would jus­ti­fy

Though we the law trans­gress;

Like him

una­ble to de­ny

Unwilling to con­fess.

But when by faith the sin­ner sees

A par­don bought with blood;

Then he for­sakes his fool­ish pleas

And glad­ly turns to God.