THE FLESH br br "Sweet, thou art pale." br "More pale to see, br Christ hung upon the cruel tree br And bore His Father's wrath for me." br br "Sweet, thou art sad." br "Beneath a rod br More heavy, Christ for my sake trod br The winepress of the wrath of God." br br "Sweet, thou art weary." br "Not so Christ: br Whose mighty love of me suffic'd br For Strength, Salvation, Eucharist." br br "Sweet, thou art footsore." br "If I bleed, br His feet have bled; yea in my need br His Heart once bled for mine indeed." br br THE WORLD br br "Sweet, thou art young." br "So He was young br Who for my sake in silence hung br Upon the Cross with Passion wrung." br br "Look, thou art fair." br "He was more fair br Than men, Who deign'd for me to wear br A visage marr'd beyond compare." br br "And thou hast riches." br "Daily bread: br All else is His: Who, living, dead, br For me lack'd where to lay His Head." br br "And life is sweet." br "It was not so br To Him, Whose Cup did overflow br With mine unutterable woe." br br THE DEVIL br br "Thou drinkest deep." br "When Christ would sup br He drain'd the dregs from out my cup: br So how should I be lifted up?" br br "Thou shalt win Glory." br "In the skies, br Lord Jesus, cover up mine eyes br Lest they should look on vanities." br br "Thou shalt have Knowledge." br "Helpless dust! br In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust: br Answer Thou for me, Wise and Just." br br "And Might."-- br "Get thee behind me. Lord, br Who hast redeem'd and not abhorr'd br My soul, oh keep it by Thy Word.