In the furnace I am by thee;
Guarding with a watchful eye,
That its heat may not destroy thee;
Only cleanse and purify.
Fondest love for thee I cherish
Seekers of a heavenly prize
Let the fallen nature perish;
While its flames about you rise.
In the darksome lonely valley,
Still beside thee I will walk;
In my arms of love I'll bear thee,
Till thou'rt landed on the Rock;
Thou shalt know it is thy Saviour
Thus doth lead thee on thy way;
With a love that's like no other,
Holy, constant, pure as day.