Jesus, thine all victorious love shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove, rooted and fixed in God.
Refining fire, go through my heart, illuminate my soul;
Scatter thy life through every part, and sanctify the whole.
No longer then my heart shall mourn, while, purified by grace,
I only for his glory burn, and always see his face.
-Charles Wesley, untitled hymn text
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