The person with a fault, gently restore to you,
Realise you too may fall, and share your burdens too.
Don't over-rate yourself, let each his own fruit grow,
Do good to your teachers, you reap whate'er you sow.
Thus sow to the Spirit: life, not death, will be thine;
Don't tire in well doing, for you'll reap in due time.
As the chance comes, do good, to saints especially,
See this large letter to you, handwritten by me.
Those who'd glory in your flesh want you circumcised
(And don't e'en keep the law) so they're not criticised.
But I glory only in Christ's cross, born anew.
Let none trouble me now. May Christ's grace rest with you.
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