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.