No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 330. Conflict. C.M. The flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh; and these are contrary the one to the other: so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.-GAL. v. 17. WHAT diff'rent pow'rs of grace and sin I hate the thoughts that work within, 2 Now I complain, and groan, and die, While sin and Satan reign: Now raise my songs of triumph high, 3 Thus will the flesh and Spirit strive, 4 O Lord, assist me thro' the fight, Make me triumphant in thy might, 331. Conflict. L.M. Lord, I believe: help thou mine unbelief.-MARK ix. 24. JESUS, our soul's delightful choice, In thee believing we rejoice; Yet still our joy is mix'd with grief; While faith contends with unbelief. 2 Thy promises our hearts revive, And keep our fainting hopes alive; But guilt and fears and sorrows rise, And hide the promise from our eyes. 3 0 let not sin and Satan boast, While saints lie mourning in the dust; 4 Do thou the dying spark inflame; 332. Conflict. 7s. Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden; and I will give you rest.-MATT. xi. 28. DOES the gospel-word proclaim Boast I good in thought or deed? And the weary long for rest. : 2 Burden'd with a load of sin, 3 In the ark, the weary dove 4 Safely lodg'd within thy breast, 338. Conflict. 112th. The flesh lusteth against the Spirit, and the Spirit against the flesh and these are contrary the one to the other; so that ye cannot do the things that ye would.-Gal. v. 17. STRANGE and mysterious is my life, 2 I prize the privilege of pray'r, But oh! what backwardness to pray! I seek his will in all I do, Yet find my own is working too. 3 I love the holy day of rest, When JESUS meets his gather'd Sweet day, of all the week the best! I know my foes shall lose their aim; name. But soon my confidence is slain, 5 Thus diff'rent pow'rs within me strive, And grace and sin by turns prevail ; 1 grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, And vict'ry hangs in doubtful scale : 334. Conflict. 7-6-8. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. PSALM li. 12. JESUS, friend of sinners, hear 2 Though my sins as mountains rise, And I shall stand forgiv'n. 3 From th' oppressive sense of sin |