They who confess the Savior here,
Must count upon the worldling’s sneer;
Must reckon on his malice, too,
Nor fear to stand among the few.
How many, thro’ the fear of shame,
Refuse to own the Savior’s name!
Lest fools the question should renew,
Are ye deceivèd, too?
The fear of man thus brings a snare,
For few his frown and scorn can bear,
But they should think what Jesus says,
Them who confess Me I’ll confess.
Ah Lord! with truth we all may tell,
That we have loved the world too well;
O make us valiant in Thy cause!
And careless of the world’s applause.
While we despise the earthly scorn,
Let all our works Thy truth adorn!
And when Thy glorious day we see,
O let us be confessed of Thee!