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One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads

Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow]

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[Thy son, Adam, was red clay]
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[Thy son, Adam, was red clay]

“Adam, which was the son of God.”

Thy son, Adam, was red clay
Yet;—but Thou didst see our day;
All foreknown the ages rise,
And with God is no surprise;
No-way thwarted was Thy plan
When the serpent tempted man.
Goodness that was never soil'd,
Wisdom that was never foil'd,
Let it now mankind suffice
Once to have been in Paradise,
Seeing, O God, it cannot be
That the serpent conquer'd Thee.
Mourning, sinning, dying, dust,
Holy Slayer, in Thee we trust;
Thy good children fell—but all
Heaven sang of rising after fall;
While Thou, Triune God, didst sit
And behold and suffer it.
Otherwhile and otherwhere,
Neighbour countries of despair,
Know man's sighing and the weight
Of his toil outside the gate;
Drink his blood, cover his head
'Neath their sward when he is dead.
But when time is agèd grown
That great mystery shall be known;—
At the world's foundation slain
Known the Lamb that lives again,
And the grace He did conceive
When the serpent tempted Eve.