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.
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.
To captives bound by Satan is revealed.
Flow through me, Lord, till hearts are stricken, broken,
And in Thy cleansing fountain saved and healed.
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.
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.
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.