Shall I For Fear Of Feeble Man
Artist: Church of Monett
Shall I, for fear of feeble man, The Spirit's course in me restrain?
Or, undismayed, 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 truth, or smooth my tongue,
To gain earth's gilded toys, or flee The cross, endured, my Lord, by Thee?
What then is he whose scorn I dread, Whose wrath or hate makes me afraid?
A man! an heir of death! a slave To sin! a bubble on the wave!

Yea, let men rage, since Thou wilt spread Thy shadowing wings around my head;
And in all pain Thy tender love Will still my sure refreshment prove.
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 perishing souls of men;
With cries, entreaties, tears, to save - To snatch them from a Christ-less grave.
For this let men revile my name; No cross I shun, I fear no shame;
All hail, reproach, and welcome, pain; Only Thy terrors, Lord, restrain.

My life, my blood, I here present, If for Thy truth they may be spent,
Fulfill Thy sovereign counsel, Lord; Thy will be done, Thy Name adored;
Give me Thy strength, O God of power; Then let winds blow, or thunders roar,
Thy faithful witness will I be: 'Tis fixed; I can do all through Thee!