The inward Warfare. Galatians Chap. 5:17
1 Strange and mysterious is my life,
What opposites I feel within!
A stable peace, a constant strife!
The rule of grace, the pow’r of sin:
Too often I am captive led,
Yet daily triumph in my head.
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 call the promises my own,
And prize them more than mines of gold;
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 I 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 my Saviour I rely,
I know my foes shall lose their aim;
And therefore dare their pow’r defy,
Assur’d of conquest through his name:
But soon my confidence is slain,
And all my fears return again.
6 Thus diff’rent pow’rs 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.