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23
CHRIST THE FIRE.
I see Christ in the flames, He walks a splendour
Within the candles and each glowing spire;
He who is all Delight and all Desire;
And when I yield to Him my heart's surrender,
I know He is Himself the burning Fire.
Refining what He meets and what is near,
He is the Love that cometh out of Fear.
Within the candles and each glowing spire;
He who is all Delight and all Desire;
And when I yield to Him my heart's surrender,
I know He is Himself the burning Fire.
Refining what He meets and what is near,
He is the Love that cometh out of Fear.
Each morning I feel washed in waves consuming,
They purge me from the accruing soil and sin
Even though it be no deeper than the skin;
And dawn is but the Saviour's dear illuming,
Wherewith a better offering to begin.
He is the kindled wood upon the hearth,
And by His Passion is renewed the earth.
They purge me from the accruing soil and sin
Even though it be no deeper than the skin;
And dawn is but the Saviour's dear illuming,
Wherewith a better offering to begin.
He is the kindled wood upon the hearth,
And by His Passion is renewed the earth.
For whoso would be saved must pass the testing
Ordeal, and go through the most dreadful Fire,
He who serves God without the thought of hire;
In storm and trial only is the resting,
Which God and man and everything require.
Where is repose, save in perfected toil
And when we are the sacrificial oil?
Ordeal, and go through the most dreadful Fire,
He who serves God without the thought of hire;
In storm and trial only is the resting,
Which God and man and everything require.
Where is repose, save in perfected toil
And when we are the sacrificial oil?
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