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<h2>CONFLICTING FEELINGS</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear.” 1 Corinthians 10:13</h3></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_n_e_newton_j.jpg" alt="John Newton (1725-1807)" width="133.333333333333" height="196"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_n_e_newton_j.html" target="_blank">John Newton</a>, <em>Olney Hymns</em> (London: W. Oliver, 1779); appeared with Bradbury’s music in <em>The Devotional Hymn and Tune Book</em>, 1864.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Solid Rock,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_b_r_bradbury_wb.html" target="_blank">William Batchelder Bradbury</a>, 1863 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_s_solidrok.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>Strange and mysterious is my life.<br>
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What opposites I feel within!<br>
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A stable peace, a constant strife;<br>
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The rule of grace, the power of sin:<br>
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Too often I am captive led,<br>
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Yet daily triumph in my Head,<br>
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Yet daily triumph in my Head.</p>
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<p>I prize the privilege of prayer,<br>
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But oh! what backwardness to pray!<br>
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Though on the Lord I cast my care,<br>
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I feel its burden every day;<br>
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I seek His will in all I do,<br>
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Yet find my own is working too,<br>
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Yet find my own is working too.</p>
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<p>I call the promises my own,<br>
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And prize them more than mines of gold;<br>
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Yet though their sweetness I have known,<br>
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They leave me unimpressed and cold<br>
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One hour upon the truth I feed,<br>
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The next I know not what I read,<br>
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The next I know not what I read.</p>
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<p>I love the holy day of rest,<br>
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When Jesus meets His gathered saints;<br>
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Sweet day, of all the week the best!<br>
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For its return my spirit pants:<br>
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Yet often, through my unbelief,<br>
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It proves a day of guilt and grief,<br>
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It proves a day of guilt and grief.</p>
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<p>While on my Savior I rely,<br>
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I know my foes shall lose their aim,<br>
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And therefore dare their power defy,<br>
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Assured of conquest through His Name,<br>
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But soon my confidence is slain,<br>
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And all my fears return again,<br>
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And all my fears return again.</p>
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<p>Thus different powers within me strive,<br>
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And grace and sin by turns prevail;<br>
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I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive,<br>
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And victory hangs in doubtful scale:<br>
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But Jesus has His promise passed,<br>
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That grace shall overcome at last,<br>
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That grace shall overcome at last.</p>
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