In Me Thou Livest

Take, Lord, unto Thyself
My sense of self; and let it vanish utterly.

Take, Lord, my life,
Live Thou my life through me.

I live no longer, Lord,
But in me now
Thou livest.

Aye, between Thee and me, my God,
There is no longer room for “I” and “mine.”

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