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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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                                                                            2
                            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.
                                                              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.
                                                                                                 
                                  
                                                                            3
                            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.
                                                              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.
                                                                                                 
                                  
                                                                            4
                            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.
                                                              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.
                                                                                                 
                            
                                         
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Hyderabad, Telangana, India
See revised version in E8279.
Astoria, OR, United States
What precious longings this hymn inspires and conveys! Thank You for Your mighty interceding work in us. Jesus or glory be.
Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
Since I AM BORN OF GOD!!!.
Less than Thyself, oh, do not give,
In might Thyself within me live
Come, all Thou hast and art.