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304 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 !

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: