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The Warfare. THERE's not a man that's born of God,..
But readily will say, “If ever my poor soul be saved,
'Tis Christ must be the way."
But feels the plague of sin;
He feels the filth within.
The conquest over grace;
When Jesus hides his face.
He knows we are but dust;
And you, and I, the worst.
And bring upon thy wing
That we may praise and sing.
We want to know thee more;
As we have had before.
Dear Lord, that cannot be;
Thy promise stands engaged to come
And bless e'en two or three. 4 Come, Lord, and grant each soul to feel
Its interest in thy grace; And give us faith, and hope, and love,
And strength to run the race. 5 If thou should'st leave us, we must fall,
Without thee, cannot rise,
Our hope, our comfort dies. 6 Lord, give more faith, more solid faith,
More confidence in thee;
The bless'd eternal deed,
That Christ for man should bleed. 2 Astonish'd angels stand amazed,
That Christ should die for man; This proves the eternal love of God,
Who gloried in his plan. 3 But what can poor lost sinners say,
When once they get a view; And hear the blessed Spirit say, “All this was done for you!
1?” 4 Why me, why me, O blessed God, Why such a wretch as me?
Who must for ever lay in hell,
Was not salvation free.
These shall and must believe;
Shall one of these deceive.
Whom Christ hath reconciled to God. 2 Though, trav'lling thro' this vale of tears,
He many a sore temptation meet,
He stands in Jesus still complete. 3 This pearl of price no works can claim;
He that finds this is rich indeed:
Which none, but who receives, can read. 4 This precious gift, this bond of love,
The Lord oft gives his people here;
Doth not, my brethren, yet appear. 5 Yet this we safely may believe,
'Tis what no words will e'er express; What saints themselves cannot conceive, And brightest angels can but guess.
“ Thy will be done."
And unctuously displays
Our hearts approve his ways. 2 But when the Lord withdraws
The unction of his love,
His judgments disapprove. 3 So fickle, false, and blind,
Are these unstable hearts,
As he the grace imparts.
In words we oft express ;
And wish our sufferings less. 5 Dear God, our guilt forgive,
Thy pardoning love display;
Thy righteous will obey. 6 Thy presence let us view,
And give our conscience rest;
“ Thy kingdom come."
May the eternal Three in One
His sov'reign sceptre sway.
And Christ exalted be;
Thy great salvation see.
Fill each believer's soul, And the sweet kingdom of thy grace,
Their raging lusts control. 4 May love and harmony
Among thy saints abide,
From enmity and pride.
Thy wonders to make known,
Shall trust in thee alone.
And free salvation reign,
And never part again.
And loathe the mire they bring? Then hither stretch thy thirsty neck, And taste a living spring.