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CONFLICT.
3 Yet Lord the blood which thou hast spilt
Can make this rocky heart to melt;
Thy blood can make me clean within;
Thy blood can pardon all my sin.
4 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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JT would if I could.
1 | WOULD, but cannot sing;
* I would, but cannot pray;
For Satan meets me when I try,
And frights my soul away.
2 I would, but can’t repent,
Though I endeavor oft;
This stony heart can ne’er relent,
Till Jesus makes it soft.
3 I would, but cannot love,
Though wooed by love divine;
No arguments have power to move
A soul so base as mine.
4 I would, but cannot rest
In God’s most holy will;
I know what he appoints is best,
Yet murmur at it still.
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5 0 could I but believe,
Then all would easy be ;
I would, but cannot:—Lord, relieve,
Mv help must come from thee.
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