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. ”