I.
There burns a fire with sacred heat,
White hot with holy flame
And all who dare pass through its blaze
Will not emerge the same
Some as bronze and some as silver
Some as gold, there with great skill.
All are hammered by their suff'rings
On the anvil of His will
Chorus
The Refiner's fire has now become my soul desire
Purged and cleansed and purified,
That the Lord be glorified;
He is consuming my soul,
Refining me making me whole,
No matter what I may lose,
I choose the Refiner's fire
I'm learning now to trust His touch,
To crave the fire's embrance;
For though my past with sin was etched,
His mercies did erase
Each time His purging cleanses deeper,
I'm not sure that I'll survive,
Yet the strength in growing weaker
Keeps my hungry soul alive
Repeat Chorus
Coda:
Lo, I am with you always!
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