Don't let my love grow cold, I'm calling out, light the fire again
Don't let my vis-ion die, I'm calling out, light the fire again
You know my heart, my deeds, I'm calling out, light the fire again
I need Your dis-cipline, I'm calling out, light the fire again
I am here to buy gold refined in the fire
Naked and poor, wretched and blind, I come
Clothe me in white so I won't be ashamed
Lord light the fire again