Let thy gold be cast in the furnace,Thy red gold,precious and bright,Do not fear the hungry fire,With its caverns of burning light:
And thy gold shall return more precious,Free from every spot and stain;For gold must be tried by fire,As a heart must be tried by pain!
In the cruel fire of Sorrow Cast thy heart,do not faint or wail;Let thy hand be firm and steady,Do not let thy spirit quail:
But wait till the trial is over,And take thy heart again;For as gold is tried by fire,So a heart must be tried by pain!
I shall know by the gleam and glitter Of the golden chain you wear,By your heart's calm strength in loving,Of the fire they have had to bear.
Beat on,true heart,for ever;
Shine bright,strong golden chain;
And bless the cleansing fire,And the furnace of living pain!
