I saw the spot where our first parents dwelt; 
And yet it wore to me no face of change, 
For while amid its fields and groves I felt 
As if I had not sinned, nor thought it strange; 
My eye seemed but a part of every sight, 
My ear heard music in each sound that rose, 
Each sense forever found a new delight, 
Such as the spirit's vision only knows; 
Each act some new and ever-varying joy 
Did by my Father's love for me prepare; 
To dress the spot my ever fresh employ, 
And in the glorious whole with Him to share; 
No more without the flaming gate to stray, 
No more for sin's dark stain the debt of death to pay.