Jesus, Thine all-victorious love

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Jesus, Thine all-victorious love
  Shed in my soul abroad;
Then shall my heart no longer rove,
  Rooted and fixed in God,
  Rooted and fixed in God.
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Oh, that in me the sacred fire
  Might now begin to glow;
Burn up the dross of base desire,
  And make the mountains flow,
  And make the mountains flow.
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He, who at Pentecost didst fall,
  May He my sins consume;
Thy Holy Ghost, for Him I call;
  Thy burning Spirit, come,
  Thy burning Spirit, come.
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Refining fire, go through my heart,
  Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through every part,
  And sanctify the whole,
  And sanctify the whole.
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My steadfast soul, from falling free,
  Shall then no longer move,
While Christ is all the world to me,
  And all my heart is love,
  And all my heart is love.