Isaac Watts · 651 of 724

Hymn 143

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.