Shall I, for fear of feeble man

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

Awed by a mortal's frown, shall IConceal the word of God most high!How then before thee shall I dareTo stand, or how thine anger bear?

Shall I, to soothe th' unholy throng,Soften thy truth, or smooth my tongue,To gain earth's gilded toys, or fleeThe cross endured, 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 slaveTo sin! a bubble on the wave!

Yea, let men rage; since thou wilt spreadThy shadowing wings around my head;Since in all pain thy tender loveWill still my sure refreshment prove.