By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M.
      1 ENSLAVED to sense, to pleasure prone,
      Fond of created good,
      Father, our helplessness we own,
      And trembling taste our food.

      2 Trembling we taste; for, ah! no more
      To thee the creatures lead;
      Changed, they exert a baneful power,
      And poison while they feed.

      3 Cursed for the sake of wretched man,
      They now engross him whole;
      With pleasing force on earth detain,
      And sensualize his soul.

      4 Grovelling on earth we still must lie,
      Till Christ the curse repeal;
      Till Christ, descending from on high,
      Infected nature heal.

      5 Come then, our heavenly Adam, come,
      Thy healing influence give,
      Hallow our food, reverse our doom,
      And bid us eat and live!

      6 The bondage of corruption break,
      For this our spirits groan;
      Thy only will we fain would seek,
      O save us from our own!

      7 Turn the full stream of nature's tide;
      Let all our actions tend
      To thee their source; thy love the guide,
      Thy glory be the end.

      8 Earth then a scale to heaven shall be,
      Sense shall point out the road,
      The creatures all shall lead to thee,
      And all we taste be God.