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Verse 1
Sin has a thousand treacherous arts
To practise on the mind;
With flattering looks she tempts our hearts
But leaves a sting behind.
Verse 2
With names of virtue she deceives
The aged and the young;
And while the heedless wretch believes,
She makes his fetters strong.
Verse 3
She pleads for all the joys she brings,
And gives a fair pretence;
But cheats the soul of heavenly things,
And chains it down to sense.
Verse 4
So on a tree divinely fair
Grew the forbidden food;
Our mother took the poison there,
And tainted all her blood.
Isaac Watts, “Sin Has a Thousand Treacherous Arts”