2. The burning bush was not consumed
        Whilst God remained there;
   The three, when Jesus made the fourth,
        Found fire as soft as air.

3. God's furnace doth in Zion stand;
        But Zion's God sits by,
    As the refiner views his gold
        With an observant eye.

My God, my reconciled God,
    Creator of my Peace;
Thee will I love, and praise, and sing,
    Till Life and Breath shall cease.
My Thoughts did rage, my Soul was lost,
    Twas like a troubled Sea:
But what a mighty Voice is this,
    Which Winds and Waves obey!

God spake the Word, Peace and be still;
    My Sins, those Mutineers,
With speed went off, and took their Flight:
    Where now are all my Fears?
The World can neither give nor take,
    Nor yet can understand
That Peace of God, which Christ hath brought,
    And gives me with his Hand.

This is my Saviour's Legacy,
    Confirm’d by his Decease:
Ye shall have Trouble in the World,
    In me ye shall have Peace;
And so it is, the World doth rage,
    But Peace in me doth reign:
And whilst my God maintains the Fort,
    Their Batt'ries are in vain.

The burning Bush was not consum'd,
    Whilst God remained there:
The Three, when Christ did make the Fourth,
    Found Fire as meek as .Air.
So is my Mem'ry stuff'd with Sins
    Enough to make an Hell;
And yet my Conscience is not scorch'd,
    For God in me doth dwell.

Where God doth dwell, sure Heaven is there,
    And Singing there must be:
Since, Lord, thy Presence makes my Heaven,
    Whom should I sing but Thee?
My God, my reconciled God,
    Creator of my Peace;
Thee will I Love, and Praise, and Sing,
    Till Life and Breath shall cease.

5. His love is constant as the sun,
        Though clouds come oft between;
    And, could my faith but pierce these clouds)
        It might be always seen.

6. Yet I shall ever, ever sing,
        And thou for ever shine;
    I have thine own dear pledge for this;
        Lord, thou art ever mine.

I that am drawn out of the Depth,
    Will sing upon the Shore:
I that in Hell's dark Suburbs lay,
    Pure Mercy will adore.
The Terrors of the Living God
    My Soul did so affright;
I fear lest I should be condemn'd
    To an Eternal Night.

Kind was the Pity of my Friends,
    But could not ease my Smart:
Their Words indeed, did reach my Case,
    But could not reach my Heart.
Ah, then what was this World to me,
    To whom God's Word was dark,
Who in my Dungeon could not see
    One Beam or shining Spark!

What then were all the Creatures' Smiles,
    When the Creator frown'd?
My Days were Nights, my Life was Death,
    My Being was my Wound.
Tortur'd and Rack'd with Hellish Fears,
    When God the Blow should give;
My Eyes did fail, my Heart did sink,
    Then Mercy bid me live.

God's Furnace doth in Sion stand;
    But Sion's God sits by;
As the Refiner views his Gold
    With an observant Eye,
God's Thoughts are high, his Love is wise,
    His Wounds a Cure intend:
And tho' he doth not always smile,
    He loves unto the End.

Thy Love is constant to its Line,
    Tho' Clouds oft come between:
O, could my Faith but pierce these Clouds,
    It might be always seen.
But I am weak, and forc'd to cry,
    Take up my Soul to Thee:
Then, as thou ever art the same,
    So shall I ever be.

Then shall I ever, ever sing,
    Whilst thou dost ever shine:
I have thine own dear Pledge for this;
    Lord, thou art ever mine..