Yet though their sweetness I have known,
They leave me unimpress d and cold :
One hour upon the truth I feed,
The next I know not what to read.
4 I love the holy day of rest,
When Jesus meets his gather d saints ;
Sweet day, of all the week the best!
For its return my spirit pants :
Yet often through my unbelief,
It proves a day of guilt and grief.
5 While on the Saviour I rely,
I know my foes shall lose their aim ;
And therefore dare their power defy.
Assured of conquest through his name :
But soon my confidence is slain,
And all my fears return again.
6 Thus diff rent powers within me strive,
And grace and sin by turns prevail ;
I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive,
And vict ry hangs in doubtful scale :
But Jesus has his promise past,
That grace shall overcome at last.
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Contentment.[1]—Phil, iv, 11. C.
1 FIERCE passions discompose the mind,
As tempests vex the sea ;
But calm content and peace we find
When, Lord, we turn to thee.
2 In vain by reason and by rule
We try to bend the will ;
For none but in the Saviour s school
Can learn the heavenly skill.
3 Since at his feet my soul has sat,
His gracious words to hear ;
Contented with my present state,
I cast on him my care.
- ↑ Book iii, Hymn 55.
