The Days of Paradise Were Few

The days of para­dise were few

Man lived not long in in­no­cence;

He sinned

and sin his off­spring slew

Death passed on all for his of­fense.

Adam sur­vives through­out his race

We do our father’s deeds by choice;

Like him

we shun our mak­er’s face

And tremble at our judge’s voice.

Yet is our mak­er still our friend;

Man yet may meet his judge with joy;

God

in our na­ture

did not send

His Son to pun­ish and de­stroy.

He sent Him forth to seek and save

The lost

the dy­ing

and the dead

Cancel the curse

de­spoil the grave

And bruise for­ev­er Sa­tan’s head.

Thou

who Thy Son to us didst give

That none who trust in Him should die;

Give us to Him that we may live—

To His aton­ing blood we fly.

Behold His sac­ri­fice of love

So free­ly of­fered in our stead;

Behold Him at the throne ab­ove

And save the souls for whom He bled.