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<h2>ON MAN, IN HIS OWN IMAGE MADE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“So God created man in His own image.” Genesis 1:27</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779).
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Abiding Grace,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_a_camp_js.html" target="_blank">John Spencer Camp</a>, circa 1905 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_a_abidingg.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Wesleyan University</span></td>
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<p>On man, in his own image made,<br>
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How much did God bestow?<br>
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The whole creation homage paid,<br>
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And owned him lord, below!</p>
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<p>He dwelt in Eden’s garden, stored<br>
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With sweets for every sense;<br>
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And there with his descending Lord<br>
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He walked in confidence.</p>
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<p>But O! by sin how quickly changed!<br>
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His honor forfeited,<br>
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His heart, from God and truth, estranged,<br>
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His conscience filled with dread!</p>
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<p>Now from his Maker’s voice he flees,<br>
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Which was before his joy:<br>
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And thinks to hide, amidst the trees,<br>
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From an all seeing eye.</p>
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<p>Compelled to answer to his name,<br>
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With stubbornness and pride<br>
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He cast, on God Himself, the blame,<br>
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Nor once for mercy cried.</p>
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<p>But grace, unasked, his heart subdued<br>
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And all his guilt forgave;<br>
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By faith, the promised seed he viewed,<br>
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And felt His pow’r to save.</p>
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<p>Thus we ourselves would justify,<br>
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Though we the law transgress;<br>
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Like him, unable to deny,<br>
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Unwilling to confess.</p>
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<p>But when by faith the sinner sees<br>
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A pardon bought with blood;<br>
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Then he forsakes his foolish pleas,<br>
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And gladly turns to God.</p>
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