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. |
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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.