Flow through me, Lord, a weak and earthly vessel

Flow through me

Lord

a weak and earthly vessel

Cleansed by Thy blood

and quickened at Thy call.

Flow through me

Lord

all utterly abandoned

To Thy dear service

great

or high

or small.

Flow through me

Lord

with overflowing fulness

Make me to know Thine own deep love for souls.

Work in me

Lord

the faith that moveth mountains

As power

Almighty power

my being holds.

Flow through me

Lord

till sin in all its blackness

To captives bound by Satan is revealed.

Flow through me

Lord

till hearts are stricken

broken

And in Thy cleansing fountain saved and healed.

Flow through me

Lord

till lagging souls are quickened

Till lives of failure sing the victory song

Till praise from lips long dumb and silent

open

And join with rapture earth’s glad

cleansed throng.

Flow through me

Lord

till waters from Thy fountain

Shall slake the thirst of souls in deserts drear.

Flow through me

Lord

till arid places blossom

With roses fresh and sweet

and wondrous fair.

Flow through me

Lord

set all my heart-strings thrilling

With Thine own love

so matchless

perfect

free.

Flow through me

Lord

till naught in earth or heaven

Can satisfy my being

Lord

but Thee.