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HYMN 2. Fourth Part. C.M.
Conviction of misery by the law. (cont.)

3	In vain we ask God's righteous law To justify us now; Since to convince, and to condemn, Is all the law can do.
4	Jesus, how glorious is thy grace, When in thy name we trust! Our faith receives a righteousness That makes the sinner just.

HYMN 3. First Part. L.M.
God created man good, and after his own image.

1	ADAM in Paradise was plac'd, Our nat'ral and our fed'ral head; With holiness and wisdom grac'd, In his Creator's image made.
2	Bless'd with the joys of innocence, Upright and happy, firm he stood; Till he debas'd himself to sense, And ate of the forbidden food.
3	His soul at first, a holy flame, Was kindled by his Maker's breath; But stung by sin, it soon became The seat of darkness, strife, and death.

HYMN 3. Second Part. L.M.
Original sin.

1	NOW back with humble shame we look On our original; How is our nature dash'd and broke In our first father's fall!
2	To all that's good, averse, and blind, But prone to all that's ill; What dreadful darkness veils our mind! How obstinate our will!
3	Conceiv'd in sin, O wretched state Before we dfaw our breath,

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HYMN 3. Second Part. L.M.
Original sin. (cont.)

3	The first young pulse begins to beat Depravity and death.
4	Wild and unwholesome as the root, Will all the branches be: How can we hope for living fruit From such a deadly tree?
5	What mortal pow'r from things unclean Can pure productions bring? Who can command a vital stream From an infected spring?
6	Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love Can make our nature clean; While Christ and grace prevail above The tempter, death, and sin.
7	The second Adam can restore The ruins of the first; Hosanna to that sov'reign pow'r, That new-creates our dust!

HYMN 3. Third Part. C.M.
We are corrupt and incapable of doing good.

1	SIN, like a venomous disease,    Infects our vital blood; The only help is sov'reign grace,    The sole physician, God.
2	Our beauty and our strength are fled,    And we draw near to death; But Christ, the Lord, recalls the dead    With his almighty breath.
3	Madness, by nature, reigns within;    The passions burn and rage; Till God's own Son, with skill divine,    The inward fire assuage.
4	We lick the dust, we grasp the wind,    And solid good despise: