But ah! when duty calls them home,
How heavily they move !
6 Oh, cleanse me in a Saviour s blood,
Transform me by thy power,
And make me thy beloved abode,
And let me rove no more !
27.
Bitter and Sweet.
1 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 ?
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 pray r?
4 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:
