How many hearts, like tinder, make those sparks their own!
But in the dark some thief his finger presses there;
And ev’ry train puts out that has been lighted here.
Extinguished if those sparks were not, a flame would rise;
A burning light be kindled, flashing ’yond the skies.
A thousand snares are laid to catch our tripping feet;
But, Lord, if us Thou shield, harm never shall us meet.65
If but Thy grace will guide us, lead us on our way,
No thief can steal our peace of mind, our light of day.
Each night Thou settest free the soul from trap of flesh,