In the presence of the Lord Is all consuming fire The test the plan and purpose of each man and of each heart Many how are wise, when the come before His eyes Are cast upon the rocks of ruined men So burn me with Your Love Burn me with Your Love Take away the wounded treasures I've gathered from the world Burn me with Your Love, Lord Burn me with Your Love That I might stand before You as Your Son Many Holy men They're lifting Holy hands Their hears together in The Awesome presence of the Lamb Their life's filled with Power As that all consuming fire Destroys the doubt and fear that dwells within So burn me with Your Love, Lord Burn me with Your Love Take away the wounded treasures I've gathered from the world Burn me with Your Love, Lord Burn me with Your Love That I might stand before You as Your Son Burn me with Your Love Burn me with Your Love Take away the wounded treasures I've gathered from the world Burn me with Your Love, Lord Burn me with Your Love That I might stand before You as Your Son Burn me with Your Love Burn me with Your Love Take away the wounded treasures