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I: Kindle, Saviour, in my heart / A flame of love divine; / Hear, for mine I trust thou art, / And sure I would be thine:
If my soul has felt thy grace, / If to me thy name is known; / Why should trifles fill the place / Due to thyself alone?
II: 'Tis a strange mysterious life / I live from day to day; / Light and darkness, peace and strife, / Bear an alternate sway:
When I think the battle won, / I have to fight it o'er again; / When I say I'm overthrown, / Relief I soon obtain.
III: Often at the mercy-seat, / While calling on thy name; / Swarms of evil thoughts I meet, / Which fill my soul with shame.
Agitated in my mind, / Like a feather in the air, / Can I thus a blessing find?
My soul, can this be pray'r?
IV: But when Christ, my Lord and Friend, / Is pleased to show his power, / All at once my troubles end, / And I've a golden hour:
Then I see his smiling face, / Feel the pledge of joys to come, / Often, Lord, repeat this grace / Till thou shalt call me home.