OUR FOURFOLD STATE††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††††
(Tune: Come, Thou Fount†† #17†††† 87.87D)
We were by our God created
In His image innocent,
Upright in our father Adam,
But how great was our descent!
When our father in the garden
Dared to sin against his God,
All our race at once was ruined,
Lost, condemned, banished from God!
Children of our father Adam,
We were born in death and sin.
Ceaseless vile imaginations
Rise within the heart of man.
Each one by his choice pursuing
Sin and every lust unclean,
Sinners all by birth and nature,
Helplessly depraved, obscene!
But our God, whoís rich in mercy,
Has from Adamís fallen race
Chosen for Himself a people
To be saved by sovíreign grace.
Every chosen, ransomed sinner
He will save by His free grace.
We who trust His Son, Christ Jesus,
Now are in a state of grace. </P>
Gladly, we Godís grace acknowledge -
We are saved by grace alone!
Grace chose us, and grace pursued us -
Grace gave us faith in Godís Son!
Soon we hope to be in glory
With our Savior face to face.
In that endless state of glory,
Weíll be trophies of free grace! -