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O heart of Jesus, heart most pure,

O altar high and holy,

O purge the pride that is my sin

That I too may be lowly.

O meek and humble, gentle heart,

O heart of godly kindness,

O kindle in my heart a love

To burn away my blindness.

But what if this my heart should blaze

with Seraph conflagration?

I still would offer as my love

A poor though sweet oblation.

To give you, Lord, the kind of love

For which your heart is yearning,

O fire in me that very blaze

with which your heart is burning.

O with the fire of that sweet love

May all my life be kindled.

Until each worldly part of me

To ashes may have dwindled.

O then I’ll long to give my life

And on your cross be broken.

O Lord, your word will be my life

And through my life be spoken.