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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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