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 for my Lord?

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?

Shall I, to soothe the Unholy throng,

Soften Thy truths, and smooth my tongue,

To gain earth’s gilded toys, or flee

The cross, endur’d my God, by Thee?

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?

The love of Christ doth me constrain

To seek the wand’ring souls of men;

With cries, entreaties, tears, to save,

To snatch them from the gaping grave.

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 ador'd.

Give me Thy strength, O God of Pow’r

Then, let winds blow or thunders roar,

Thy faithful witness will I be:

Tis fixed; I can do all through Thee!