| Oh, Living Flame of Love
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| Tenderly wound my soul
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| To its deepest inner heart
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| Without oppression!
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| Come consumate our love
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| Tear through the veil of our union
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| If it be your will, come and rend
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| The veil of the temple!
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| Oh, lamps of fire
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| In deep caverns of feeling
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| Once obscured and blind
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| Are now leading
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| In the warmth and the passion
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| Of your love
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| Yet gently Your hand does wound
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| As You rend through the veil of my temple
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| Come and take this life that I give
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| So that I might come to live in this our dying
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| Oh, Living Flame of Love
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| Tenderly wound my soul
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| To its deepest inner heart
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| Without oppression! |