O great Creator, why was our nature

O great Creator, why was our nature
Depraved and forlorn?
Why so defil’d, and made so vild
Whilst we were yet unborn?
If it be just and needs we must
Transgressors reckon’d be,
Thy mercy, Lord, to us afford,
Which sinners hath set free.

Behold we see Adam set free,
And sav’d from his trespass,
Whose sinful fall hath split us all,
And brought us to this pass.
Canst thou deny us once to try,
Or grace to us to tender,
When he finds grace before thy face,
That was the chief offender?”

Then answered the judge most dread,
“God doth such doom forbid,
That men should die eternally
For what they never did.
But what you call old Adam’s fall,
And only his trespass,
You call amiss to call it his,
Both his and yours it was.