Jesus, Thine all victorious love
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C.M. 1 Jesus, Thine all victorious love Shed in my heart abroad; Then shall my feet no longer rove, Rooted and fix’d in God. 2 Oh, that in me the sacred fire Might now begin to glow; Burn up the dross of base desire, And make the mountains flow! 3 Thou, who at Pentecost didst fall, Do Thou my sins consume; Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call; Spirit of burning, come. 4 Refining fire, go through my heart, Illuminate my soul; Scatter Thy life through every part , And sanctify the whole. 5 My steadfast soul, from falling free, Shall then no longer move, While Christ is all the world to me, And all my heart is love. C. Wesley