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 will,”
And in his hottest fire hold still.
And yet I whisper, “As God will,”
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. [Refrain]

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

He kindles for my profit, purely,
Affliction’s glowing, fiery brand;
For all his heaviest blows are surely
Inflicted by a Master hand. [Refrain]

I will not murmur at the sorrow
That only longer-lived would be;
Then end may come, and that tomorrow,
When God hath wrought his will in me. [Refrain]