Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 32

Jesu, to Thee for help we call,
Plunged in the depth of Adam's fall,
Plagued with a carnal heart and mind;
No distance or of time or place
Secures us from the foul disgrace
By him entail'd on all mankind.
Six thousand years are now past by;
Yet still, like him, we sin and die,
As born within his house we were;
As each were that accursed Cain,
We feel the all-polluting stain,
And groan our inbred sin to bear.

Thou God of sanctifying love,
Adam descended from above,
The virtue of Thy blood impart;
O let it reach to all below,
As far extend, as freely flow,
To cleanse, as his to' infect our heart.
Ruin in him complete we have;
And canst not Thou as greatly save,
And fully here our loss repair?
Thou canst, Thou wilt, we dare believe,
We here Thy nature shall retrieve,
And all Thy heavenly image bear.