The soul with­in me longs for rest,
And sighs for Hea­ven’s home;
Then shall I spurn the blest re­quest,
And still in dark­ness roam?

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Remember thou who spurn the light,
To walk in Sa­tan’s wiles,
The sha­dowy road to deep­est night,
Is paved with af­ter-whiles.

Each one may to his Sav­ior go,
Obedience is the sum;
Christ says in ac­cents sweet and low,
Whoever will may come.

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My soul in con­flict with my will,
Is whis­per­ing, Be true;
My earth­ly man re­torts Be still,
Some oth­er time will do.

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Oh, why not en­ter now the fold,
The Gos­pel trum­pet warns;
That you might wear a crown of gold,
Christ wore a crown of thorns.

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