'Purified ez by fire,' the Book says.

My God, Thou has sent Thy fires upon me ez a sweepin' flood.

Hev they purified me ez Thou wisht?
How hit shines an' glows away in thar! Hit seems so deep sometimes thet I kin skeercely see the end.

A million times purer an' brighter is the light thet shines from the Throne uv God.

THEY'RE lookin' at thet now, while I still tarry heah.