The serpent's poison taints infant veins

(Henry Law, "Numbers" 1858)

Alas! what broods of vileness nestle in man's
heart! As wave succeeds to wave, sin presses
on the heels of sin. If a brief calm seems to give
peace, a fiercer storm soon rises. The seeds of
evil, for a while concealed, revive as weeds in
spring. All human history proves this.

We are pilgrims journeying through a wild
wilderness.
It is infested with the old serpent
and his brood.
At every step, at every turn, we
meet some forked attack. Each day the mischief
taints our veins. Satan's least touch is fatal
venom. In Eden he began his murderous work.
And still his fiery darts fly round.

No mother's son escapes.

The serpent's poison taints infant veins.


All earth is perishing, but earth brings no relief.

SELF has no help.

The LAW is no physician. Its glance detects
disease. Its voice proclaims the hopeless state.
But it holds no cordial remedy in its stores . It
denounces the leprous spots. It sternly sentences,
and leaves the wounded to expire.

MAN cannot help himself; or save his brother.

No rites,
no forms,
no services,
can suck out sin's poison.

All are surely lost, unless God had decreed to heal.
So all the 'serpent-wounded' upon earth must surely
have sunk down to hell, unless free mercy had most
freely pitied. But He who said, 'Raise up a serpent
on the pole', said also, 'Lift up My Son upon the
accursed tree'.

"And as Moses lifted up the serpent on a pole in
 the wilderness, so I, the Son of Man, must be
 lifted up, so that everyone who believes in Me
 will have eternal life." John 3:14-15