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Across the stream of all the lives You elected to revive.
O, Love who moves upon a soul To break its grip on all it holds; To take with Love what we can't give That we might truly fully live.
O, Love who gently urges on; Embold'ning us to stand alone Supported by the consequence Of Sovereign Love's omnipotence.
You look on past my present woe To that glad day when You will see Your Love through my transparency.
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