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Burn, Holy Fire, let the Father's will be done
Until we conform to the image of His Son,
And then we shall rise, and stand before His throne,
Singing: 'Glory to the Lamb that was slain.'

Burn, Holy Fire, till our spirits pure and free
Can worship our God in truth and liberty;
And then we shall sing, as Jesus we see,
And we bow down before His Royal Majesty.

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