The fire burns to the right and left, but they are not alarmed.
They're walking in the furnace, not a hair of them is harmed.
They're walking with the Son of Man, the guards who brought them slain.
They've come a long way from their homes, they've come through fire and rain.
They're eating kings and captains, horses, even men of war:
they've washed the filth off of their hearts with truths bought from His store.
Give us your mercy and your truth! He sells them without price.
All details are arranged by Love. There's no such thing as dice.
They're walking in the light of Him, they're strengthened in His heat.
He gives them inner light to drink and fat, His love, to eat.
We eat forgiveness and sincerity, the flesh of Him
and drink His light who gave these teachings and who lit this hymn.
