F. Bottome
O THOU exalted Son of God
High seated on Thy Father’s throne!
The gifts, the purchase of Thy blood,
To us Thy waiting saints make known.
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Come, Holy Ghost, all-sacred Fire!
Come, fill Thy earthly temples now;
Emptied of every base desire,
Reign Thou within, and only Thou.
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Thy sovereign right, Thy gracious claim,
To every thought and every power;
Our lives, to glorify Thy name,
We yield Thee in this sacred hour.
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Fill every chamber of the soul;
Fill all our thoughts, our passions fill;
Till under Thy supreme control
Submissive rest our cheerful will.
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’Tis done; Thou dost this moment come;
My longing soul is all Thine own;
My heart is Thy abiding home;
Henceforth I live for Thee alone.
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The altar sanctifies the gift;
The blood insures the boon divine;
My outstretched hands to heaven I lift,
And claim the Father’s promise mine.
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Now rise, exulting rise, my soul,
Triumphant sing the Saviour’s praise;
His name through earth and skies extol
With all thy power through all thy days.