1: Whence come thy strife and thy contentions, brethren mine? From lusts that war within, a battle divine. Ye covet and ye slay, yet naught obtain, In envy and in strife, ye suffer pain. Chorus: SUBMIT TO GOD, RESIST THE FIEND, HE SHALL FLEE, DRAW NIGH TO GOD, AND HE SHALL DRAW TO THEE. HUMBLE THYSELF, AND HE SHALL THEE EXALT, CLEANSE THY HANDS, PURIFY THY HEART, O THOU ALT. Verse 2: Speak not evil of thy brother, hold thy tongue, For he who judges, doth the law among. One lawgiver there is, who saveth and destroyeth, Who art thou to judge thy neighbor, in thy pride thou boasteth? Verse 3: Thy plans for tomorrow, what are they worth? Thy life is but a mist, a fleeting earth. Say, "If the Lord so wills, we shall live and do, Boasting in our plans, is evil, eschew it, brethren, true." Chorus: SUBMIT TO GOD, RESIST THE FIEND, HE SHALL FLEE, DRAW NIGH TO GOD, AND HE SHALL DRAW TO THEE. HUMBLE THYSELF, AND HE SHALL THEE EXALT, CLEANSE THY HANDS, PURIFY THY HEART, O THOU ALT. Outro: He who knoweth good, yet doeth it not, In him it is sin, a heavy lot. Submit to God, resist the fiend, he shall flee, Draw nigh to God, and he shall draw to thee.