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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! Though on the Lord I cast my care, I feel its burden ev'ry day; 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; And therefore dare their pow'r defy, Assur'd of conquest through his
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 : But Jesus has his promise past, That grace shall overcome at last.
334. Conflict. 7—6—8.
Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold
A poor backsliding soul restore;
2 Though my sins as mountains rise,
And I shall stand forgiv'n.
3 From th' oppressive sense of sin
Holy Spirit, shed thy grace,
335. Conflict. L.M.
Cast down, but not destroyed.-2 COR. iv. 9.
THOUGH sore beset with guilt and fear,
2 Would he have giv'n me eyes to see My danger, and my remedy; Reveal'd his name, and bid me pray, Had he resolv'd to say me nay?
3 No-though cast down, I am not slain!
4 His love will plead for my relief,
5 'Tis true, I have unfaithful been,
6 Abounding sin I must confess, But more abounding is his grace; He once vouchsaf'd for me to bleed, And now he lives my cause to plead. 7 I'll cast myself before his feet, I see him on his mercy-seat ('Tis sprinkled with atoning blood); There sinners find access to GOD:
8 Ye burden'd souls, approach with me, And make the SAVIOUR's name your plea:
JESUS will pardon all who come,
336. Conflict. C. M. Cease ye from man.—ISAIAH ii, 22.
UNCERTAIN how the way to find
I list'ned long, with anxious mind,
2 When some of joys and comforts told, I fear'd that I was wrong;
For I was stupid, dead, and cold,
3 The LORD my lab'ring heart reliev'd,
4 Of fierce temptations others talk'd,
5 Ah! then I thought my hopes were For I had liv'd at ease; [vain,
I wish'd for all my fears again,
6 I had my wish; the LORD disclos'd
7 Alas! "I now must give it up,"
How could I dream of drawing hope
8 JESUS again my peace restor'd
And freed from doubts my breast; Henceforth I'd simply trust his word, And leave to him the rest.
337. Conflict. 8s.
Hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily. Draw nigh unto my soul, and redeem it. PSALM lxix. 17, 18.
ENCOMPASS'D with clouds of dis-