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Master's Hand

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He sat by the fire of seven-fold heat,As He watched by the precious ore.And closer He bent with a searching gazeAs He heated it more and more.

He knew He had ore that could stand the testAnd He wanted the finest gold,To mold as a crown for the King to wear,Set with gems of price untold.

So He laid our gold in the burning fire,Though we fain would have said Him, "Nay."And He watched the dross that we had not seen,As it melted and passed away.

And the gold grew brighter, and yet more brightAnd our eyes were so dim with tears,As we saw the fire, not the Master's hand,And questioned with anxious fear.

Yet our gold shone out with a richer glow,As it mirrored a Form aboveThat bent o'er the fire, though unseen by usWith a look of infinite love.

Can we think that it pleases His loving heartTo cause a moment of pain?Ah, no, but He saw through the present crossThe bliss of eternal gain.

So He waited there with a watchful eye,With a love that is strong and sure,And His gold did not suffer a bit more heatThan was needed to make it pure!