LYRICS
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| | Writer(s): | John Newton
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| 1. Kindle, Savior, in my heart
A flame of love divine;
Hear, 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.
2. ’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.
3. 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 prayer?
4. But When CHRIST, my LORD and Friend,
Is pleased 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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