Exalt, O Morbid Seed of Adam – John Owen
Exalt, O morbid seed of Adam’s race,
Enslaved by sin’s pervasive, damning plight,
Within thy soul, concupiscence takes flight,
And in thy veins, corruption finds its place.
But hark! Salvation’s plan, divine embrace,
Unveils a love profound, in death’s despite,
For God, in mercy, sends His holy Light,
To bear thy sin and offer saving grace.
Behold the cross, where Jesus gave His breath,
The Son of God, in perfect sacrifice,
His blood outpoured, a crimson tide of death.
Yet from that death springs forth eternal life,
Redemption’s hope, beyond all sin and strife,
To meet thy God, in splendor after death.
For God, in love, with arms outstretched so wide,
Endured the cross, the grave’s relentless sting,
To raise thee up, and grant thy soul to sing,
Of glorious hope, where sin is cast aside.
Thy morbid seed transformed, no more to hide,
As Christ, victorious, offers everything,
The path to life, where angels’ voices ring,
And Love’s embrace is felt on every side.
So let thy heart, though tarnished and depraved,
Be filled with awe, with gratitude and praise,
For God’s unfathomable love portrayed,
In Christ, who conquered death’s relentless haze.
And know, O soul, though sin may seek to sway,
The hope of resurrection lifts thy gaze,
To meet thy God, in radiant array,
And see Him as He truly is, always.