Oh! what a filthy Thing is Man,

Unclean his Nature is;

And to the full there’s none that can

Express his Loathsomness.

He’s shapen in Iniquity,

Conceiv’d, and born in Sin;

His Father Adam’s Misery

He is involved in.

Thus from the Womb he goes astray,

By Nature, speaking Lyes;

Each walking in that wicked Way,

Most pleasing in his Eyes.

The vilest of Iniquity

He freely drinketh in;

And thus encreaseth Misery,

By adding Sin to Sin.

Yea, Man by Nature is a Slave,

To Satan at his Will;

Whate’er that Enemy would have

He’s ready to fufil.

He’s Law-accurst, condem’d to die,

Guilty of Adam’s Sin;

Deserves to die eternally

For what himself hath been.

He neither Will nor Power hath,

To get out of this Pit;

If Jesus save him not from Wrath

He perish must in it.

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. 103-04.