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Text Based On Luke Chapter 6 (KJV)
Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you! for so did their fathers to the false prophets.

(Public Domain)
1952 BH - Page No. 920
The Church - Witness & Service
The Weekly Seventh Day Sabbath

Words: Johann Joseph Winckler: 1670-1722
Music: William Gardiner: 1770-1853
Germany (L.M.)
Lyrics/Verses/Key/v10/Ab/
Score

SHALL I, FOR FEAR OF FEEBLE MAN

1. Shall I, for fear of feeble man,
The Spirit’s course in me restrain?
Or, undismayed, in deed and word-
Be a true witness for my Lord?

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!

10. Give me Thy strength, O God of power;
Then let winds blow or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness I will be:
’Tis fixed; I can do all through Thee!


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