Long buried in forgetfulness
In grave dug by our willfulness
Is memory of You.
Yet even in our heartlessness
Remains a hint of Eden’s bliss
Which creeps in memory’s view.
In conscience does that memory live,
Calls us to what alone You give:
Forgiveness of our sin.
When our New Adam’s grace we taste,
We see renewal of our race
And long for birth again.
Then to our East of Eden comes
The Second One from our true home
To seed of memory grow.
He wets us with His water, Blood,
And gives to us Himself for food
That we may Eden know.
In memory of His sacrifice
We future see: our paradise,
New Eden born from past.
Our conscience blooms in Jesus Christ,
Forgets in virtue all our vice–
His Spirit breathed at last.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 