1.

Hear how so many of love can speak,
Wearing a guise to appear so meek;
But when the faithful hearts you would see,
You’ll ask in wonder, “Where can they be?”

Chorus:

Where, where, where can they be?
Show me where I can see
Those who in truth love God today
And His Gospel obey.

2.

Is not our faithfulness more than gold?
Tried by the fire is each faithful soul.
Through countless trials they’ve not been moved,
In the refining their love they’ve proved.

3.

’Tis God Himself who sends trials to you.
He is the Fire and Refiner too.
Pure and unblamable we must be,
True gifts of righteousness offer we.

4.

Who will in God’s purging fire endure,
Letting Him form them and make them pure,
Nailed to the cross and in silence there
Patiently all of life’s suff’rings bear?

Written by Hilda Broks (published in 1916)Composed by Eric M. BergquistText © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ D