1
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.
DFlow
through me,
G
Lord,
a
E7
weak
and earthly
A
vessel,
EmCleansed
by Thy blood, and
A7
quickened
at Thy
D
call.
Flow through me,
Bm
Lord,
all To Thy dear service,
A7
great,
or high, or
D
small.
2
Flow through me, Lord, with overflowing fullness,
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 fullness,
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.
DFlow
through me,
G
Lord,
with
E7
overflowing
A
fullness,
EmMake
me to know Thine
A7
own
deep love for
D
souls.
Work in me,
Bm
Lord,
the faith that
B
moveth
Em
mountains,
As power,
A7
Almighty
power, my
D
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.
DFlow
through me,
G
Lord,
till
E7
sin
in all its
A
blackness
EmTo
captives bound by
A7
Satan
is
D
revealed.
Flow through me,
Bm
Lord,
till hearts are
B
stricken,
Em
broken,
And in Thy cleansing
A7
fountain
saved and
D
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.
DFlow
through me,
G
Lord,
till
E7
lagging
souls are
A
quickened,
EmTill
lives of failure
A7
sing
the
D
victory
song,Till praise from
Bm
lips
long dumb and
B
silent,
Em
open,
And join with rapture
A7
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.
DFlow
through me,
G
Lord,
till
E7
waters
from Thy
A
fountain
EmShall
slake the thirst of
A7
souls
in deserts
D
drear.
Flow through me,
Bm
Lord,
till arid
B
places
Em
blossom
With roses fresh and
A7
sweet,
and wondrous
D
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.
DFlow
through me,
G
Lord,
set
E7
all
my heart-strings
A
thrilling,
EmWith
Thine own love, so
A7
matchless,
perfect,
D
free.
Flow through me,
Bm
Lord,
till naught in
B
earth
or
Em
heaven,
Can satisfy my
A7
being,
Lord, but
D
Thee.