Here I come to surrender to your call
Take me by the path of Your choosing
In Your threshing field of refinement
Crush me with Your grinding stone
Clean and purge me from this dross
A material pure and glittering to Thee
To mold as You please a vessel to Thee
Lead me through these circumstances
Though encumbered by tears and toil
Though besieged by fear and doubts
Though my heart despises this expanse
These moments fraught with sorrow
Though my soul groans in its rupture
Still, Love-Most-Lovely, do as You please
And when I am duly tried and tested
The dirt all gone; the dross removed,
These rough-cut stones, jagged pieces
The burning furnace purged, will be
A glorious crystal, sparkling delights
My heart will leap with crowning joy
To live to declare Your Magnificence
He who knows me best leads me along
This causeway of affliction and sorrow
Paved with many heartaches and pain
This unpleasant path of toil and sweat
He set before my feet to tread willingly.
And Love-Most-Lovely joyfully beckons me
Towards my deepest desires and longing
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