The natural state of man is hate,
And native to our evil,
Imbondaged then and slaves to sin,
The primal state of people.
Yet we have seen Him intervene,
To sow His love within us,
That Gospel seed now blooming green,
And molds us after Jesus.
By this alone His saint are known,
By love alone distinguished,
Though man may try to live a lie,
Sin Christ alone extinguished.
They are the same as wicked Cain,
Who murdered his own brother,
He could not purge the evil urge,
Since by the devil fathered.
Set not your ways to worldly praise,
But to your father sacred,
What you pursue, they will eschew,
The world will bear you hatred.
This breath of hate will death create,
And everlasting dieing.
But He has saved us from the grave,
And by His love reviving.
Impassioned love, an active love,
We bear for every brother,
Our very life His sacrifice,
And in His love we’re covered.
For hate the seed to murder leads,
But we must die for others,
Like Christ then called, to love men all,
Who turned us into lovers.
But if you see a brother’s need,
Have means, but do not aid him,
Can love abide or is there Christ?
No, you have just betrayed Him.
As we have heard, love not with words,
In work and truth appearing,
Which will arise through sacrifice,
To face Him without fearing.