I have beheld the jasper
And I've seen the sardis stone
I have beheld His glory
And I've seen His blood atone.
Gold, silver, precious stones
Are what I've built upon
The foundation that is Christ
In this my work goes on.

No wood, hay or stubble
In my work can I afford;
For the test of fire shall try it -
The fire of the Lord.

1 Corinthians 3:11-14

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