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| Made in Thine image? Lord, we wander far, |
| Who should be shining like a star— |
| Who should be singing like a bird— |
| We, who have heard Thy sacred word! |
| Let us recapture now Thy sight, | |
| And bring Thy vision in delight | |
| To birth. The barren earth will bloom | |
| With flowers where we walk; and, when | |
| We talk, 'twill be as if an angel choir | |
| Had, singing, kindled holy fire | |
| To lead all souls forever higher, | |
| Until they rest at one with Thee. | |
| Holy lover, let me be |
| Insensible to all save Thee! |
| My body dead to any sense― |
| My mind restored to innocence― |
| My heart consumed with love for Thee— |
| Then shall Thy spirit sing through me! |
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