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 Let me not treat like a trickle

What comes at me like a deluge

O love of God, let me drown in You

And be washed ashore wasted for you. 


I am tempted to read what I see

And it's hard to believe that which I only know

O love of God, draw me deeper still

Where billowing waves scarce are heard


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