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BOOK I. 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 ; &quot;Sufficient for thee is my grace, Thy weakness my great power displays.&quot;

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.

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 ; Rh