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Flow through me, Lord, a weak and earthly vessel,
Cleansed by Thy blood, and quickened at Thy call.
Flow through me, Lord, all utterly abandoned,
To Thy dear service, great, or high, or small.
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Flow through me,
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Lord, a
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weak and earthly
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vessel,
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Cleansed by Thy blood, and
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quickened at Thy
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call.
Flow through me,
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Lord, all utter
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ly a
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bandoned,
To Thy dear service,
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great, or high, or
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small.
2
Flow through me, Lord, with overflowing fulness,
Make me to know Thine own deep love for souls.
Work in me, Lord, the faith that moveth mountains,
As power, Almighty power, my being holds.
Flow through me, Lord, with overflowing fulness,
Make me to know Thine own deep love for souls.
Work in me, Lord, the faith that moveth mountains,
As power, Almighty power, my being holds.
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Flow through me,
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Lord, with
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overflowing
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fulness,
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Make me to know Thine
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own deep love for
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souls.
Work in me,
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Lord, the faith that
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moveth
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mountains,
As power,
A7
Almighty power, my
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being holds.
3
Flow through me, Lord, till sin in all its blackness
To captives bound by Satan is revealed.
Flow through me, Lord, till hearts are stricken, broken,
And in Thy cleansing fountain saved and healed.
Flow through me, Lord, till sin in all its blackness
To captives bound by Satan is revealed.
Flow through me, Lord, till hearts are stricken, broken,
And in Thy cleansing fountain saved and healed.
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Flow through me,
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Lord, till
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sin in all its
A
blackness
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To captives bound by
A7
Satan is
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revealed.
Flow through me,
Bm
Lord, till hearts are
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stricken,
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broken,
And in Thy cleansing
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fountain saved and
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healed.
4
Flow through me, Lord, till lagging souls are quickened,
Till lives of failure sing the victory song,
Till praise from lips long dumb and silent, open,
And join with rapture earth's glad, cleansed throng.
Flow through me, Lord, till lagging souls are quickened,
Till lives of failure sing the victory song,
Till praise from lips long dumb and silent, open,
And join with rapture earth's glad, cleansed throng.
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Flow through me,
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Lord, till
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lagging souls are
A
quickened,
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Till lives of failure
A7
sing the
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victory song,
Till praise from
Bm
lips long dumb and
B
silent,
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open,
And join with rapture
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earth's glad, cleansed throng.
5
Flow through me, Lord, till waters from Thy fountain
Shall slake the thirst of souls in deserts drear.
Flow through me, Lord, till arid places blossom
With roses fresh and sweet, and wondrous fair.
Flow through me, Lord, till waters from Thy fountain
Shall slake the thirst of souls in deserts drear.
Flow through me, Lord, till arid places blossom
With roses fresh and sweet, and wondrous fair.
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Flow through me,
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Lord, till
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waters from Thy
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fountain
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Shall slake the thirst of
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souls in deserts
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drear.
Flow through me,
Bm
Lord, till arid
B
places
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blossom
With roses fresh and sweet,
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and wondrous fair.
6
Flow through me, Lord, set all my heart-strings thrilling,
With Thine own love, so matchless, perfect, free.
Flow through me, Lord, till naught in earth or heaven,
Can satisfy my being, Lord, but Thee.
Flow through me, Lord, set all my heart-strings thrilling,
With Thine own love, so matchless, perfect, free.
Flow through me, Lord, till naught in earth or heaven,
Can satisfy my being, Lord, but Thee.
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Flow through me,
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Lord, set
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all my heart-strings
A
thrilling,
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With Thine own love, so
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matchless, perfect,
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free.
Flow through me,
Bm
Lord, till naught in
B
earth or
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heaven,
Can satisfy my
A7
being, Lord, but Thee.