C. M.

Flesh and spirit.

What diff'rent powers of grace and sin

Attend our mortal state

I hate the thoughts that work within,

And do the works I hate.

Now I complain, and groan, and die,

While sin and Satan reign;

Now raise my songs of triumph high,

For grace prevails again.

So darkness struggles with the light

Till perfect day arise;

Water and fire maintain the fight,

Until the weaker dies.

Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,

And vex and break my peace;

But I shall quit this mortal life,

And sin for ever cease.