1
Thy quickened a vessel,
Cleansed Lord, Thy all blood, through and high, Flow dear earthly abandoned,
To service, Thy or great, and utterly by Lord, small. through weak call.
Flow at me, or me,
Cleansed Lord, Thy all blood, through and high, Flow dear earthly abandoned,
To service, Thy or great, and utterly by Lord, small. through weak call.
Flow at me, or me,
2
with fulness,
Make faith mountains,
As me my holds. deep me, that love moveth power, overflowing to own Flow Thine Almighty being the know power, Lord, in me, souls.
Work through Lord, for
Make faith mountains,
As me my holds. deep me, that love moveth power, overflowing to own Flow Thine Almighty being the know power, Lord, in me, souls.
Work through Lord, for
3
are healed. through stricken, in and hearts through me, till captives Lord, saved bound in broken,
And sin Satan blackness
To is me, all fountain its revealed.
Flow Flow Lord, cleansing by till Thy
And sin Satan blackness
To is me, all fountain its revealed.
Flow Flow Lord, cleansing by till Thy
4
open,
And through Lord, throng. cleansed failure the earth’s victory lagging Flow are quickened,
Till glad, long dumb till me, with of sing silent, praise souls join lives from rapture lips and song,
Till
And through Lord, throng. cleansed failure the earth’s victory lagging Flow are quickened,
Till glad, long dumb till me, with of sing silent, praise souls join lives from rapture lips and song,
Till
5
Lord, Thy wondrous and me, drear.
Flow blossom
With fresh fair. the till through arid deserts fountain
Shall thirst me, souls places Flow sweet, till slake of waters Lord, and roses in through from
Flow blossom
With fresh fair. the till through arid deserts fountain
Shall thirst me, souls places Flow sweet, till slake of waters Lord, and roses in through from
6
perfect, Lord, all heart-strings through Lord, or Flow naught thrilling,
With set Thee. my being, heaven,
Can in love, my Thine me, Lord, own matchless, earth through me, till but free.
Flow satisfy so
With set Thee. my being, heaven,
Can in love, my Thine me, Lord, own matchless, earth through me, till but free.
Flow satisfy so
Delete Comment
Are you sure you want to delete this comment?