By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M.
      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 cross, 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
      Will 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 cross 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,
      Fulfil 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 will I be:
      'Tis fixed; I call do all through thee!