Christine Dente The Mover
Oh Mover of me, may I always submit unto thee
Oh Mover of me, may I always depend upon thee
You don't move men like stones but endue them with life
That they may be free to be moved by thee
Oh Mover of me, it was You made me able to see
The Christ I receive, couldn't love if you didn't love me
You don't move men like stones but endue them with life
That they may be free to be moved by thee
Oh Mover of me, let thy love draw me nearer to thee
Oh Lover of me, make me ready, I'm headed for thee
Though my heart was a stone, you made it your own
That I might be free
Oh Lover of me
Now my heart is free to be moved by thee
