Classic Poem

I saw the beam in my sister's eye,
Couldn't see the beam in mine;
You'd better leave your sister's door,
Go keep your own door clean.

And I had a mighty battle like Jacob and the angel,
Jacob, time of old;
I didn't intend to let him go,
Till Jesus blessed my soul.

And blessed me, and blessed me,
And blessed all my soul;
I didn't intend to let him go,
Till Jesus blessed my soul.