#81A True Witness

SHALL I, for fear of feeble man, The Spirit's course in me restrain? Or, undismay'd in deed and word, Be a true witness of my Lord?

Aw'd 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?

Shall I, to soothe the unholy throng, Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue, To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee The cross endur'd, my Lord, by thee?

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!

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.