How happily the moments fled
In Eden’s garden fair!
For sin, the source of death and shame,
Had never entered there.
And man, the lord of that bright place,
Could most of all rejoice,
To feel his glorious Maker near,
To hear his Maker’s voice.
But when, with Eve, he disobeyed,
The tempting fruit to eat,
He hid himself, and was afraid
This holy God to meet.
And, children, let me ask you why
Your hearts are full of fear,
To think you must, whene’er you die,
Before God’s face appear?
’Tis sin that makes you thus afraid,
Your conscience tells within;
For surely hath the Scripture said,
“The sting of death is sin.”