Enslaved to sense, to pleasure prone,
Fond of created good;
-Grace Before Meat-
Enslaved to sense, to pleasure prone,
      Fond of created good;
Father, our helplessness we own,
      And trembling taste our food.
Trembling, we taste: for ah! no more
      To Thee the creatures lead;
Changed, they exert a fatal power,
      And poison while they feed.
Cursed for the sake of wretched man,
      They now engross him whole;
With pleasing force on earth detain,
      And sensualise his soul.
Grov’lling on earth we still must lie
      Till Christ the curse repeal;
Till Christ, descending from on high,
      Infected nature heal.
Come, then, our Heavenly –Adam-, come!
      Thy healing influence give;
Hallow our food, reverse our doom,
      And bid us eat and live.
The bondage of corruption break!
      For this our spirits groan;
Thy only will we fain would seek;
      O, save us from our own.
Turn the full stream of nature’s tide:
      Let all our actions tend
To Thee, their Source; Thy love the guide,
      Thy glory be the end.
Earth then a scale to heaven shall be,
      Sense shall point out the road;
The creatures then shall lead to Thee,
      And all we taste be God!

 

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