For One Fallen from Grack, 15, Part 2

Ah, where am I now!
When was it, or how
That I fell from my heaven of grace!
I am brought into thrall,
I am stripp'd of my all,
I am banish'd from Jesus's face.

Hardly yet do I know
How I let my Lord go,
So insensibly starting aside,
When the tempter came in
With his own subtle sin,
And infected my spirit with pride.

But I felt it too soon,
That my Saviour was gone,
Swiftly vanishing out of my sight;
My triumph and boast
On a sudden were lost,
And my day it was turn'd into night.

Only pride could destroy
That innocent joy,
And make my Redeemer depart:
But whate'er was the cause,
I lament the sad loss,
For the veil is come over my heart.

Ah! wretch that I am!
I can only exclaim,
Like a devil tormented within,
My Saviour is gone,
And has left me alone
To the fury of Satan and sin.

Nothing now can relieve,
Without comfort I grieve,
I have lost all my peace and my power
No access do I find
To the Friend of mankind;
I can ask for His mercy no more.

Tongue cannot declare
The torment I bear;
(While no end of my troubles I see;)
Only Adam could tell
On the day that he fell,
And was turn'd out of Eden like me.

Driven out from my God,
I wander abroad,
Through a desert of sorrows I rove;
And how great is my pain,
That I cannot regain
My Eden of Jesus's love!

I never shall rise
To my first paradise,
Or come my Redeemer to see:
But I feel a faint hope,
That at last He will stoop,
And His pity shall bring Him to me.