Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire

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Come, Jesus, Lord, with holy fire,
Come, and my quickened heart inspire,
  My conscience purged by blood;
Now to my soul Thyself reveal,
Thy mighty working let me feel,
  Since I am born of God.
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Let nothing now my heart divide,
Since with Thee I am crucified,
  And live to God in Thee.
Dead to the world and all its toys,
Its idle pomp and fading joys,
  Jesus, my glory be.
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Now with a quenchless thirst inspire,
A longing, infinite desire,
  And fill my craving heart.
Less than Thyself, oh, do not give,
In might Thyself within me live;
  Come, all Thou hast and art.
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My will be swallowed up in Thee,
Light in Thy light still may I see
  In Thine unclouded face:
Called the full strength of trust to prove,
Let all my quickened heart be love,
  My spotless life be praise.