1 Flow through me, Lord, a weak and earthly vessel,
Cleansed by Thy blood, and quickened at Thy call.
2 Flow through me, Lord, with overflowing fulness,
Make me to know Thine own deep love for souls.
3 Flow through me, Lord, till sin in all its blackness
To captives bound by Satan is revealed.
4 Flow through me, Lord, till lagging souls are quickened,
Till lives of failure sing the victory song,
5 Flow through me, Lord, till waters from Thy fountain
Shall slake the thirst of souls in deserts drear.
6 Flow through me, Lord, set all my heart-strings thrilling,
With Thine own love, so matchless, perfect, free.