In the presence of the Lord
Is an all-consuming fire
That tests the plan and purpose
Of each man and of each heart
Many who are wise
When they 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 wooden 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 lives filled with power
As that all-consuming fire
Destroys the doubt and fear
That dwells within

So, burn me with Your Love
Burn me with Your Love
Take away the wooden 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 wooden 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...