Master, we call to mind Thy Word,
We are not now above our Lord;
Sufficient ’tis for us to be
In suf­fer­ings and in griefs like Thee.
While men, to prove Thy sav­ings true,
With cru­el wrath our souls pur­sue,
As ev­il they cast out our name,
And brand us with Thy glo­ri­ous shame.

All kind of ill they false­ly say,
Because we will Thy truth ob­ey,
To Thee with stea­dy pur­pose cleave,
And god­ly in Thy Spir­it live.
Exposed to man’s op­press­ive pow­er,
We stand in dan­ger ev­ery hour,
The rage of per­se­cu­tion bear,
And hat­ed as our Lord we are.

O may we in Thy foot­steps go,
Thee, on­ly Thee re­solved to know,
To slaugh­ter in Thy Spir­it led,
Conformed in all things to our Head.
Give us Thy strength, O God of love,
And hide our bet­ter life above,
Then on our side at last ap­pear,
And lo, we come to suf­fer here!