The Refiner's Fire-Merrill Osmond

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 And some as gold, then With great skill All are hammered by their sufferings On the anvil of His will 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 embrace 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 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