The ma­ny are not al­ways right,
The few not al­ways wrong;
Weak oft are those who boast their might,
But truth is al­ways strong.

O, let me have a ho­ly name,
E’en though alone I be!
Vain is the charm of earth­ly fame,
And sin’s short vic­to­ry.

I’d ra­ther with Eli­jah stand,
Alone on Car­mel’s crest,
Than own al­le­giance to the band
Whose shame was there con­fessed.

I’d ra­ther have a Da­ni­el’s crown
Of fear­less for­ti­tude,
Than base­ly lay my man­hood down
With cra­ven mul­ti­tude.

I’d ra­ther be the one true heart,
Strong in a pur­pose high,
Than cow­ard­ly from Christ de­part,
With re­cre­ant hosts to die.

Whate’er be­fall, to me a place
Be with the vic­tors giv’n,
Where faith­ful ones be­hold His face,
Amidst the bliss of Heav’n!