"My God, thy service well demands The remnant of my days: Why is this feeble life preserved, But to repeat thy praise? "Thine arms of everlasting love Do this weak frame sustain, While life is hovering o'er the grave, And nature sinks with pain. "Thou, when the pains of death assail, Wilt chase the fears of hell, And teach my pale and quivering lips Thy matchless grace to tell. "Calmly I'll lay my fainting head On thy dear faithful breast: Pleased to obey my Father's call To his eternal rest. "Into thy hands, my Saviour God, Do I my soul resign, In firm dependence on that truth That made salvation mine." THE INWARD WARFARE. "Strange and mysterious is my life; What opposites I feel within: A stable peace, a constant strife, The rule of grace, the power of sin. Too often I am captive led, Yet daily triumph in my Head. "I prize the privilege of prayer; But O, what backwardness to pray: Though on the Lord I cast my care, I feel its burden every day. I seek his will in all I do, Yet find my own is working too. "I call the promises mine own, And prize them more than mines of gold; Yet, though their sweetness I have known, They leave me unimpressed and cold. One hour upon the truth I feed; The next, I know not what I read. "I love the holy day of rest, When Jesus meets his gathered saints: Sweet day, of all the week the best, For its return my spirit pants; Yet often, through my unbelief, It proves a day of guilt and grief. "While on my Saviour I rely, I know my foes shall lose their aim; And therefore dare their power defy, Assured of conquest through his name; But soon my confidence is slain, And all my fears return again. "Thus different powers within me strive, And death and sin by turns prevail. I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, And victory hangs in doubtful scale; But Jesus has his promise passed, That grace shall overcome at last." _______________