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THE STRUGGLING HEART

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 7, 1856

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 8, No. 14.

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THE STRUGGLING HEART.

By Jane Taylor

"Come, my fond fluttering heart, Come, struggle to be free: Thou and the world must part, However hard it be: My trembling spirit owns it just, But cleaves yet closer to the dust.
Ye tempting sweets forbear— Ye dearest idols fall; My love ye must not share; Jesus shall have it all: 'Tis bitter pain—'tis cruel smart, But O! thou must consent, my heart!
Ye fair enchanting throng, Ye golden dreams, farewell! Earth has prevailed too long, And now I break the spell: Ye cherished joys of early years! Jesus, forgive these parting tears.
But must I part with all? My heart still fondly pleads: Yes—Dagon's self must fall:— It beats, it throbs, it bleeds: Is there no balm in Gilead found To soothe and heal the smarting wound?
O yes, there is a balm, A kind physician there, My fevered mind to calm, To bid me not despair: Dear Saviour! help me, set me free, And I will all resign to thee!
O may I feel thy worth, And let no idol dare— No vanity of earth With thee, my Lord, compare; Now bid all worldly joys depart, And reign supremely in my heart!" [Jane Taylor.