In the Fiery Furnace

Lo

the flames of fierce temp­ta­tion

Flash around the soul;

’Mid the fu­ry of the pas­sions

Hath the Lord con­trol?

Yes

the loved one walks in safe­ty

Walks

but not alone;

Lo

a form

di­vine and come­ly

Shields from harm His own.

In the fur­nace of af­flict­ion

Bound by sor­row’s chain;

Thro’ the cru­ci­ble of suf­fer­ing

Can the Lord sus­tain?

From the touch of world­ly scorn­ing

Shrinks the soul in fear;

Thro’ the tor­ture slow

con­sum­ing

Will the Lord ap­pear?