As gold is tried in the furnace,
_So He tries the hearts of men;_
And the dwale and the dross shall suffer loss,
_When He tries the hearts of men._
And the wood, and the hay, and the stubble
Shall pass in the flame away,
For gain is loss, and loss is gain,
And treasure of earth is poor and vain,
_When He tries the hearts of men._
As gold is refined in the furnace,
_So He fines the hearts of men._
The purge of the flame doth rid them of shame,
_When He tries the hearts of men._
O, better than gold, yea, than much fine gold,
_When He tries the hearts of men,_
Are Faith, and Hope, and Truth, and Love,
And the Wisdom that cometh from above,
_When He tries the hearts of men._