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,
And cry, 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!