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Oh! not all hopelessly I long
To grow somewhat like Thee:
With the command Thou dost provide
All possibility.
To grow somewhat like Thee:
With the command Thou dost provide
All possibility.
Thy Spirit can the work achieve,
And form my heart anew,
Implant and nourish love divine,
And every sin subdue.
And form my heart anew,
Implant and nourish love divine,
And every sin subdue.
Beyond all thought then let there brood
O'er me Thy holy Dove;
Yea, fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,
To work in me such love.
O'er me Thy holy Dove;
Yea, fill me with Thy fulness, Lord,
To work in me such love.
