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CONFLICT BETWEEN FLESH AND SPIRIT




How sad and awful is my state!
The very thing I do, I hate:
When I to God draw near in prayer,
I feel the conflict even there!


I mourn, because I cannot mourn,
I hate my sin yet cannot turn;
I grieve, because I cannot grieve,
I hear the truth, but can't believe.


Where shall so great a sinner run?
I see I'm ruined and undone;
Dear Lord, in pity now draw near,
And banish every rising fear.


Thy blood dear Lord, which thou hast spilt
Can make this rocky heart to melt;
Thy blood can make me clean withinó
Thy blood can pardon all my sin.


'Tis on the atonement of that blood,
I now approach to thee, my God;
This is my hope, this is my claim,
Jesus has died and washed me clean.


On this rich blood my faith is found,
And on this hope I fix my ground;
Soon shall I reach th' eternal shore,
Where doubts and fears prevail no more.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
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      LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
      Hymn/Song Book Year Song #
      1815# 219
      MUSIC
      Name: WINCHESTER NEW
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1690,1847
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