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!
