Kindle, Savior, in my heart

Bitter and sweet by John Newton


 * 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.


 * '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 prayer?


 * 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.