Kindle, Saviour, in my heart,  
A flame of love divine;  

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?
 
'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.
 
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?
 
But when Christ, my Lord and Friend,  
Is pleas'd to show his pow'r  
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.

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