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 lightTill perfect day arise;Water and fire maintain the fightUntil 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 for ever cease.