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CONFLICT.
Never to murmur at my stay,
Or wish my sufferings less.
2 This blessing above all,
Always to pray I want;
On thee in each distress to call,
And never, never faint.
3 I want with all my heart,
Thy pleasure to fulfill,
To know myself, and what thou artr
And what’s thy perfect will.
4 I want a true regard,
A single, steady aim,
A pure desire that all may learn
To glorify thy name.
5 I want—I know not what;
I want my wants to see ;
I want,—alas ! what want I not,
When Christ is not with me ?

CONFLICT.

380 L. M.
Self-abhorrence, fear and hope.
1 I AM a stranger here below,
’ And what I am ’tis hard to know;
I am so vile, so prone to sin,
I fear that I’m not born again.
2 When I experience call to mind,
My understanding is so blind,
All feeling sense seems to be gone,
Which makes me think that I am wrong.
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