The Consuming Fire

As in the fiery furnace stood the three,
Naught burning but the bonds that bound them fast,
While the great multitude looked on aghast,
And, full of wonder, stilled their cries, to see
That like unto the Son of God seemed He
Who stood among them till their trial was past —
So may I, in Thy fiery furnace cast,—
Thy Holy Spirit’s fire consuming me, —
Have burned away, before it is too late,
My weary burdens, and the chains of sin,
The things I dare not bring before Thy face,
The clinging, hindering sins I love and hate.
Burn, burn them all, and make me pure within,
And my poor heart fit for Thy dwelling-place.
R. N. Taylor.