Faithful witnesses, take heart
From the baptist's portion,
Who bore well the martyr's part,
Preached without distortion
Though his prophecy was hated,
Though a headsman's sword awaited:
Help us stand, Lord, in such wise
When our hour to speak may rise.
Some our teaching will perplex,
Though they hear with gladness;
Others it will sorely vex,
Moving them to madness.
Though His word may bring upheaval,
Jesus' ends are never evil:
Savior, let Your will be done,
Even when our course is run.
Let this age's daughters dance
And her sons lie drunken;
Let its haughty princes prance,
While in prisons sunken
Languish those whose good confession
Meets with malice and oppression:
Spirit, arm us for the fray,
Steeled against the evil day.
Triune God, uphold our cry,
Lest Your word keep silence,
Lest Your kingdom we deny
While it suffers violence!
Hearten those who, You professing,
Hasten to obtain the blessing
That Your mercy holds in store
Where the saints live evermore.
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