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O Thou of fierce love, perfect charity,
my heart aches to bursting.
Words fail,
Music falters,
Hands forget their skill
at Thy approach.
What offering have I, empty handed,
to give unto Thy hand?
My tongue is dumb,
My voice mute,
My hands fall lame, useless
limbs of flesh.
O Thou of constant hope, evident faith,
fill me with Thy purpose.
Words of life,
Praise of glory,
Works of beauty ever flow
from Thy gracious heart.
By Yvan
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