Genesis 3: Most righteous God, my doom I bear

Most righteous God, my doom I bear,
My load of guilt, and pain, and care,
P nslaved to base desires.
Hard-toiling for embitter'd bread,
I mourn my barren soul o'erspread
With cursed thorns and briars.

Death's sentence in myself receive,
And dust, to dust already cleave.
Exiled from paradise,
Hastening to hellish misery,
Jesus, if unredeem'd by Thee,
My soul for ever dies.

But Jesus hath our sentence borne,
He did in our affliction mourn,
A man of sorrows made,
A servant and a curse for me;
He bears the utmost penalty,
He suffers in my stead.

I see Him sweat great drops of blood,
I see Him faint beneath my load!
The thorns His temples tear!
He bows His bleeding head, and dies!
He lives! He mounts above the skies,
He claims my Eden there!