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!