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178 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.

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.