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Filling.
‘Filled with all the fulness of God.’—
Eph. iii. 19.
I
Holy Father, Thou hast spokenWords beyond our grasp of thought,—
Words of grace and power unbroken,
With mysterious glory fraught.
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II
Promise and command combining,Doubt to chase and faith to lift;
Self renouncing, all resigning,
We would claim this mighty gift.
III
Take us, Lord, oh, take us truly,Mind and soul and heart and will;
Empty us and cleanse us throughly,
Then with all Thy fulness fill.
IV
Lord, we ask it, hardly knowingWhat this wondrous gift may be;
But fulfil to overflowing,—
Thy great meaning let us see.
V
Make us in Thy royal palaceVessels worthy for the King;
From Thy fulness fill our chalice,
From Thy never-failing spring.
VI
Father, by this blessèd filling,Dwell Thyself in us, we pray;
We are waiting, Thou art willing,
Fill us with Thyself to-day!
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