1 What diff'rent pow'rs of grace and sin
Attend our mortal state?
I hate the thoughts that work within,
And do the works I hate.

2 Now I complain, and groan, and die,
While sin and satan reign:
Now raise my songs of triumph high,
For grace prevails again.

3 So darkness struggles with the light,
'Till perfect day arise;
Water and fire, maintain the fight,
Until the weaker dies.

4 Thus will the flesh and spirit strive,
And vex and break my peace;
But I shall quit this mortal life,
And sin forever cease.