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ANOTHER.
[Long have I labour'd in the fire]
Long have I labour'd in the fire,
And spent my life for nought;
With pride, and anger, and desire,
In nature's strength I fought.
And spent my life for nought;
With pride, and anger, and desire,
In nature's strength I fought.
Baffled, I still my foes defied,
And rose with courage new;
All which the Lord commands, I cried,
I now resolve to do.
And rose with courage new;
All which the Lord commands, I cried,
I now resolve to do.
But O, how soon from glory driven
Down to profoundest hell!
As Lucifer cast down from heaven,
From all my hopes I fell.
Down to profoundest hell!
As Lucifer cast down from heaven,
From all my hopes I fell.
I fell, and sunk in self-despair
I gave up all at last;
On Jesus then I cast my care,
On Him my anchor cast.
I gave up all at last;
On Jesus then I cast my care,
On Him my anchor cast.
With sin I strove, alas! too long;
But now I to the Lamb
Look, and am saved; in weakness strong,
While arm'd with Jesu's name.
But now I to the Lamb
Look, and am saved; in weakness strong,
While arm'd with Jesu's name.
Jesu, to Thee I now can fly,
On whom my help is laid;
Oppress'd by sins, I lift mine eye,
And see the shadows fade.
On whom my help is laid;
Oppress'd by sins, I lift mine eye,
And see the shadows fade.
Soon as I find myself forsook,
The grace again is given;
A sigh will reach Thy heart, a look
Will bring Thee down from heaven.
The grace again is given;
A sigh will reach Thy heart, a look
Will bring Thee down from heaven.
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Believing on my Lord, I find
A sure and present aid;
On Thee alone my constant mind
Is every moment stayed.
A sure and present aid;
On Thee alone my constant mind
Is every moment stayed.
Whate'er in me seems wise, or good,
Or strong, I here disclaim;
I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.
Or strong, I here disclaim;
I wash my garments in the blood
Of the atoning Lamb.
Jesus, my Strength, my Life, my Rest,
On Thee will I depend,
Till summon'd to the marriage-feast,
Where faith in sight shall end.
On Thee will I depend,
Till summon'd to the marriage-feast,
Where faith in sight shall end.
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