Jesus, thine all-victorious love
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Jesus, thine all-victorious loveShed in my heart abroad:Then shall my feet no longer rove,Nor leave the heavenly road.
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O, that in me the sacred fireMight now begin to glow;Burn up the dross of base desire,And make the mountains flow.
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O, that it now from heaven might fall,And all my sins consume:Come, Holy Ghost, for thee I call;Spirit of burning, come.
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Refining fire, go through my heart;Illuminate my soul;Scatter thy life through every partAnd sanctify the whole.