Mortal.

THE world is full of selfishness and greed.
Lord, I would lave its sin.

Spirit.

Yea, mortal, earth of thy good help has need.
Go cleanse thyself within.

Mortal.

Mine ear is hurt by harsh and evil speech.
I would reform men’s ways.

Spirit.

There is but one convincing way to teach.
Speak thou but words of praise.

Mortal.

On every hand is wretchedness and grief,
Despondency and fear.
Lord, I would give my fellow men relief.

Spirit.

Be, then, all hope, all cheer.

Mortal.

Lord, I look outward and grow sick at heart,
Such need of change I see.

Spirit.

Mortal, look in. Do thy allotted part,
And leave the rest to ME.