Take the jeers and take the mocking,
Brother, ‘twill not last for aye;
Take the cross and bear it meekly,
Waiting for the coming day.
Take the worst the world can offer,
Persecution, suff’ring, shame;
Jesus bore them all before thee;
Be content to share the same.
‘Tis an honor, high and holy,
To display His banner wide,
And, before a world that hates Him,
To exalt the Crucified.
M. Fraser
Begin, my tongue, some heavenly theme,
And speak some boundless thing,
The mighty works, or mightier Name,
Of our Eternal King.
Tell of His wondrous faithfulness,
And sound His power abroad;
Sing the sweet promise of His grace,
And the performing God.
His very word of grace is strong
As that which built the skies;
The voice that rolls the stars along
Speaks all the promises.
O might I hear Thy heavenly tongue
But whisper, “Thou Art Mine,”
Those gentle words should raise my song
To notes almost Divine.
Rev. Isaac Watts
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