Oh, from myself deliver

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Lord, may Thy blood now cleanse me,
  Wash all my sins away,
That with Thy Holy Spirit
  Thou may anoint, I pray.
My service, I confess, Lord,
  Is failure-full and weak;
The filling of Thy Spirit
  To live for Thee I seek.
 
Oh, from myself deliver,
  From all its misery;
I’d henceforth be forever
    Completely filled with Thee.
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Oh, Lord, how dry my heart is,
  It yearns and pants for Thee;
The filling of Thy Spirit
  Is now my fervent plea.
Within the smitten Rock, Lord,
  I would entirely hide;
Pour thru Thy living water,
  Till I am satisfied.
3
How cold my heart has been, Lord,
  How slow obeying Thee;
So fill me with Thy Spirit,
  I’ll ne’er rebellious be.
I lie upon Thy altar
  And dare not move away;
Oh, may Thy flame descending
  Consume my all, I pray.
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Oh, may Thy Cross within me
  Deepen its work and burn
In me enlarge Thy measure,
  And me to ashes turn.
Oh, may Thy Spirit fill me
  Each day more than before,
And may Thy living water
  On me and thru me pour.

Copyright Living Stream Ministry. Used by permission.

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Ping Chen

Pittsburgh, PA, U.S.A.

Even "the self" frustrates God's good will and intention over and over again, however with this hymn I can always tell the Lord, "oh, from myself deliver from all its misery; so I can be forever completely filled with Thee."

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