| Oh, Sovereign of the heavens
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| Of the earth and worlds unseen
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| All is made and held together
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| By the power of Your being
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| Who am I that You should love me
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| What am I that You should care
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| My life is a mist of vapor
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| In a frail frame of dust and death
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| I need to know Your touch
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| I need to hear You call my name
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| I need to feel Your breath
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| Upon my face, upon my pain
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| And if my hope grows old
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| If my faith should ever dim
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| If my love grows cold
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| Bring to me the fire again
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| Come fill my heart with passion
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| Consume my life with Your flame
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| In the crucible of Your holiness
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| Burn all my sin away
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| Temper me as precious metal
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| Meld Your love deep with my own
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| 'Til there is no end and no beginning
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| And our two hearts beat as one
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| I need to know Your touch
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| I need to hear You call my name
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| I need to feel Your breath
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| Upon my face, upon my pain
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| And if my hope grows old
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| If my faith should ever dim
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| If my love grows cold
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| Bring to me the fire again
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| I need to know Your touch
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| I need to hear You call my name
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| I need to feel Your breath
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| Upon my face, upon my pain
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| And if my hope grows old
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| If my faith should ever dim
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| If my love grows cold
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| Bring to me the fire again
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| Bring to me the fire again |