How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word,
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
Ye who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

When thru fiery trials thy pathway shall lie,
My grace, all sufficient, shall be thy supply,
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design
Thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine.

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