The Three Enemies

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