The Fire Is Burning

I’ve been on Mount Pis­gah’s lof­ty height

And I’ve sa­tis­fied my long­ing heart’s de­sire;

For I caught a glimpse of glo­ry bright

And my soul is burn­ing with the fire.

O the fire is burn­ing

yes

’tis bright­ly burn­ing

O ’tis burn­ing

burn­ing in my soul;

O the fire is burn­ing

yes

’tis bright­ly burn­ing

O ’tis burn­ing

burn­ing in my soul.

I will walk with Je­sus

bless His name

And to be like Him I ev­ery day as­pire;

For His love is like a heav’n­ly flame

And my soul is burn­ing with the fire.

I my all up­on the al­tar lay

As I to my clo­set lov­ing­ly re­tire;

And the flame con­sumes while there I pray

And my soul is burn­ing with the fire.

By faith’s eye I scan the ocean’s foam

And be­yond I see the hav­en I de­sire;

There I view the bea­con lights of home

And my soul is burn­ing with the fire.