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PARADOX




When I of myself,
Attempt a review,
I find I am black,
And yet comely too;
What singular wonders
Of me may be told,
Sometimes I am burning,
Then perished with cold.


My wealth is increased,
When feeling most poor,
My loss is my gain,
My poverty store;
Iím wretched and filthy,
Yet free from each stain,
Am healthful and happy,
Afflicted with pain.


I toil and I strive,
Am steadfast, yet fall
And while Iím at work,
ĎTis grace does it all.
I creep along slowly,
Yet swiftly I fly,
Am daily transgressing,
And yet Ďtis not I.


The things I perform,
My heart does detest,
And those I most love,
I do them the least;
The more Iím possessing,
I still want the more,
Am restless yet resting,
ĎMidst dangers secure.


Iím dead, yet alive,
Am weak and yet strong,
Iím empty and full,
Am right and yet wrong,
Unstable yet fixed,
Diseased and yet sound,
What strange contradictions
In me may be found.

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LYRICS
Meter: 5 5 5 5 6 5 6 5
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1818
      Bible Refs: Pr 13:7; Song 1:5; Rm 7:17; 2 Co 6:10; 2 Co 12:10; Gal 2:20; Gal 2:20;
      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1818# 532
      MUSIC
      Name: HOUGHTON
      Meter: 10 10 11 11
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1861
        SCORE PREVIEW
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        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        10 10 11 11
        10 10 11 11
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