Genesis 4:8

• [Gen 4:8] When Adam Fell

  When Adam fell, he quickly lost God’s image, which he once possessed: See all our nature since could boast In Cain, his first-born son, expressed! The sacrifice the Lord ordained In type of the Redeemer’s blood, Self-righteous reasoning Cain disdained, And thought his own first-fruits as good. Yet rage and envy filled his mind, When, with a fallen, downcast look, He saw his brother favor find, Who God’s appointed method took. By Cain’s own hand, good Abel died, Because the Lord approved his faith; And, when his blood for vengeance cried, He vainly thought to hide his death. Such was the wicked murderer Cain, And such by nature still are we, Until by grace we’re born again, Malicious, blind and proud, as he. Like him the way of grace we slight, And in our own devices trust; Call evil good, and darkness light, And hate and persecute the just. The saints, in every age and place, Have found this history fulfilled; The numbers all our thoughts surpass Of Abels, whom the Cains have killed! Thus Jesus fell—but O! His blood Far better things than Abel’s cries: Obtains His murderers peace with God, And gains them mansions in the skies.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Genesis 27:34

• [Gen 27:34] Poor Esau Repented Too Late

  Poor Esau repented too late That once he his birth-right despised; And sold, for a morsel of meat, What could not too highly be prized: How great was his anguish when told, The blessing he sought to obtain, Was gone with the birth-right he sold, And none could recall it again! He stands as a warning to all, Wherever the Gospel shall come; O hasten and yield to the call, While yet for repentance there’s room! Your season will quickly be past, Then hear and obey it today; Lest when you seek mercy at last, The Savior should frown you away. What is it the world can propose? A morsel of meat at the best! For this are you willing to lose A share in the joys of the blest? Its pleasures will speedily end, Its favor and praise are but breath; And what can its profits befriend Your soul in the moment of death? If Jesus for these you despise, And sin to the Savior prefer; In vain your entreaties and cries, When summoned to stand at His bar: How will you His presence abide? What anguish will torture your heart? The saints all enthroned by His side, And you be compelled to depart. Too often, dear Savior, have I Preferred some poor trifle to Thee; How is it Thou dost not deny The blessing and birth-right to me? No better than Esau I am, Though pardon and Heaven be mine; To me belongs nothing but shame, The praise and the glory be Thine.

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  source: Cyberhymnal