I ask not how remote the day
Nor what the sinner's woe
Before their dross is purged away,
Enough for me to know That when the cup of wrath is drained,
The metal purified,
They'll cling to what they once disdained,
And live by Him that died.

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846) - A Word to the Calvinists (1843)