The Saints, at Times, do look within,
And are discouraged,
By reason of Indwelling-Sin,
That’s through their Nature spread.
For as the great Apostle saith,
So every Saint doth find,
A Law, he in his Members hath,
That wars against his Mind,
Nay, warring only is not all,
Sin oft-times wins the Field;
And by its Force so powerful,
The captive Soul doth yield.
But yet in Saints there’s a new Mind,
That doth all Evil hate;
In what the Old doth Pleasure find,
Th’ New does abominate.
The Saints imperfect State on Earth,
Doth oft-times make them weep;
And soon they’d lose their Joy of Faith,
If Power did not keep.
Old Adam’s Image we have born,
It’s through our Nature spread;
By virtue of our Union
To him our earthly Head.
But this shall be demolished;
Christ’s Image we shall bear;
And as he is our heavenly Head,
His Glory we shall wear.
In Christ’s bright Image we shall shine,
In perfect Purity;
And none of the old Adam’s Stain
Shall in our Nature be.
When we shall see Christ as he is,
We shall be like him made;
In Soul and Body like to his,
Who is our Glory-Head.
The Nearness of our Union
To Christ doth this secure;
And all the Bliss, laid up for his,
That ever shall endure.
Text: Anne Dutton, Hymns Composed on Several Subjects. With an Alphabetical Table. Affixed to Dutton’s A Narration of the Wonders of Grace in Verse (London: Printed for, and sold by the Author, in the year 1734), pp. 84-85.