Shall I, for fear of feeble man,The Spirit’s course in me restrain?Or, undismayed, in deed and wordBe a true witness for my Lord?
Awed by a mortal’s frown, shall IConceal the Word of God most high?How then before Thee shall I dareTo stand, or how Thine anger bear?
Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng,Soften Thy truths, and smooth my tongue,To gain earth’s gilded toys, or fleeThe cross, endured, my God, by Thee?
What then is he whose scorn I dread,Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?A man! an heir of death! a slaveTo sin! a bubble on the wave!
Yea, let men rage, since Thou wilt spreadThy shadowing wings around my head;Since in all pain Thy tender loveWill still my sure refreshment prove.
Savior of men, Thy searching eyeDoth all my inmost thoughts descry;Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,Or the world’s pleasures, or its praise?
The love of Christ doth me constrainTo seek the wandering souls of men;With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,To snatch them from the gaping grave.
For this let men revile my name.No cross I shun, I fear no shame,All hail, reproach, and welcome, pain!Only Thy terrors, Lord, restrain.
My life, my blood, I here present,If for Thy truth they may be spent,Fulfill Thy sovereign counsel, Lord!Thy will be done, Thy Name adored!
Give me Thy strength, O God of power;Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,Thy faithful witness will I be:’Tis fixed; I can do all through Thee!