by John Newton, When Adam fell he quickly lost
“ By Cain's own hand, good Abel died, Because the Lord approved his faith; And, when his blood for vengeance cried, He vainly thought to hide his death. Such was the wicked murd'rer Cain, And such by nature still are we, Until by grace we're born again, Malicious, blind and proud, as he. Like him the way of grace we slight, And in our own devices trust; Call evil good, and darkness light, And hate and persecute the just. ”
