Pain’s fur­nace heat with­in me qui­vers,
God’s breath up­on the flame doth blow,
And all my heart in ang­uish shi­vers,
And trem­bles at the fie­ry glow.

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And yet I whis­per, As God wills,
And in His hot­test fire hold still;
And yet I whis­per, As God wills,
And in His hot­test fire hold still.

He comes and lays my heart all heat­ed,
On His hard an­vil, mind­ed so;
Yet in His own fair form to beat it
With His great ham­mer, blow by blow.

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He takes my soft­ened heart and beats it;
The sparks fly off at ev­ery blow;
He turns it o’er and o’er and beats it,
And lets it cool, and makes it glow.

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He kin­dles for my pro­fit, pure­ly,
Affliction’s glow­ing, fie­ry brand;
For all His hea­vi­est blows are sure­ly
Inflicted by a mas­ter hand.

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I will not mur­mur at the sor­row
That on­ly long­er lived would be;
The end may come, and that to­mor­row,
When God hath wrought His will in me.

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