A Selection of Hymns ‎#XLI

XLI. Sin and Holiness

1 What jarring natures dwell within,
Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail,
Tho' each by turns my heart assail.

2 Now I complain, and groan and die,
Now raise my songs of triumph high,
Sing a rebellious passion slain,
Or mourn to feel it live again.

3 One happy hour beholds me rise,
Borne upwards to my native skies,
While faith assists my soaring flight,
To realms of joy, and worlds of light.

4 Scarce a few hours of minutes roll,
Ere earth reclaims my captive soul;
I feel its sympathetic force,
And headlong urge my downward course.

5 How short the joys thy visits give;
How long thine absence, Lord, I grieve!
What clouds obscure my rising sun,
Or intercept its rays at noon!

6 [Again the Spirit lifts his sword,
And power divine attends the word;
I feel the aid its comforts yield,
And vanquish'd passions quit the field.]

7 Great God, assist me thro' the fight,
Make me triumphant in thy might;
Thou the desponding heart canst raise,
The victory mine, and thine the praise.

Text Information

• First Line: What jarring natures dwell within
• Title: Sin and Holiness
• Author: Cruttenden
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Topic: The Fall; Conflict; Sin and grace

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