O Lord, we pray, "Thy will be done,"
Or "Master, here am I."
We pray You'd do a mighty work
That to the flesh we'd die.
And when the anwer comes to us
In form of trial and test,
We fail to see Your loving hand,
Refining fire is best.
...May it purge me now
And make of me what You require.
...Lord, send Your great refining fire.
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