What Jarring Natures Dwell Within
What jarring natures dwell within,
Imperfect grace, remaining sin!
Nor this can reign, nor that prevail,
Though each by turns my heart assail.
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.
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.
Great God, assist me through the fight,
Make me triumphant in thy might;
Thou the desponding heart canst raise,
The victory mine, and thine the praise.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors,