2 What strength have I against such foes,
Such hosts and legions to oppose ?
Alas ! I tremble, faint, and fall ;
Lord, save me, or I give up all.
3 Thus sorely press d, I sought the Lord,
To give me some sweet cheering word ;
Again I sought, and yet again ;
I waited long, but not in vain.
4 Oh ! twas a cheering word indeed !
Exactly suited to my need ;
"Sufficient for thee is my grace,
Thy weakness my great power displays."
5 Now I despond and mourn no more,
I welcome all I fear d before :
Though weak, I m strong, though troubled, blest,
For Christ s own power shall on me rest.
6 My grace would soon exhausted be,
But his is boundless as the sea ;
Then let me boast with holy Paul,
That I am nothing, Christ is all.
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The Inward Warfare.—Gal. v, 17.
1 STRANGE and mysterious is my life,
What opposites I feel within!
A stable peace, a constant strife ;
The rule of grace, the power of sin :
Too often I am captive led,
Yet daily triumph in my Head.
2 I prize the privilege of prayer,
But oh ! what backwardness to pray !
Though on the Lord I cast my care,
I feel its burden every day;
I seek his will in aU I do,
Yet find my own is working too.
3 I call the promises my own,
And prize them more than mines of gold ;
