As nee­dles point to­wards the pole,
When touched by the mag­net­ic stone;
So faith in Je­sus, gives the soul
A ten­den­cy be­fore un­known.

Till then, by blind­ed pas­sions led,
In search of fan­cied good we range;
The paths of dis­ap­point­ment tread,
To no­thing fixed, but love of change.

But when the Ho­ly Ghost im­parts
A know­ledge of the Sav­ior’s love;
Our wan­d’ring, wea­ry, rest­less hearts,
Are fixed at once, no more to move.

Now a new prin­ci­ple takes place,
Which guides and ani­mates the will;
This love, an­oth­er name for grace,
Constrains to good, and bars from ill.

By love’s sure light we soon per­ceive
Our nob­lest bliss, and pro­per end;
And glad­ly ev­ery id­ol leave,
To love and serve our Lord and friend.

Thus borne along by faith and hope,
We feel the Sav­ior’s words are true;
And I, if I be lift­ed up,
Will draw the sin­ner up­ward too.