2. Awed by a mortal’s frown, shall I-
conceal the word of God most high?
How then before Thee shall I dare-
to stand or how Thine anger bear?

3. Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng,
soften Thy truths, and smooth my tongue,
To gain earth’s gilded toys, or flee-
the stake, endured, my God, by Thee?

4. What then is he whose scorn I dread,
whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man, an heir of death, a slave-
to sin a bubble on the wave!

5. Yea, let men rage, since Thou wilt spread-
Thy shadowing wings around my head;
Since in all pain Thy tender love-
wilt still my sure refreshment prove.

6. Saviour of men, Thy searching eye,
doth all my inmost thoughts descry;
Doth aught on earth my wishes raise,
or the world’s pleasures, or its praise?

7. The love of Christ doth me constrain-
to seek the wandering souls of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,
to snatch them from the gaping grave.

8. For this let men revile my name,
no hate I shun, I fear no shame,
All hail, reproach, and welcome pain,
only Thy terrors, Lord, restrain.

9. 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!