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130. Strange and mysterious is my life
Hymn 130
Strange and mysterious is my life, What opposites I feel within! A stable peace, a constant strife, The rule of , the pow’r of sin: Too often I am captive led, Yet daily triumph in my Head.
I prize the privilege of prayer, But o! what backwardness to pray! Though on the LORD I cast my care, I feel its burden every day: I seek his will in all I do, Yet find my own is working too.
I call the promises my own, And prize them more than mines of gold; Yet though their sweetness I have known, They leave me unimpressed and cold One hour upon the truth I feed, The next I know not what I read.
I love the holy day of rest, When Jesus meets his gathered ; 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.
While on my Savior I rely, I know my foes shall loose their aim; And therefore dare their pow’r defy, Assured of conquest through his name: But soon my confidence is slain, And all my fears return again.
Thus different pow’rs within me strive, And , and sin, by turns prevail; I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, And vict’ry hangs in doubtful scale: But JESUS has his promise passed, That shall overcome at last.