The crucible

In the crucible

Through the fire

The tests of faith do rage

Out of this melting pot

Pure gold will come

As pure as gold can be

All scum and dross

Sifted out

The old man lies powerless

In his grave

The new man raised victorious

The old has gone

The new has come

Death finally swallowed up

Through Christ’s unfailing love

The glorious riches of this mystery 


That Christ 

The hope of glory 

Now lives in me


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