Afraid? Of what?
To feel the spirit’s glad release?
To pass from pain to perfect peace,
The strife and strain of life to cease?
Afraid—of that?
Afraid? Of what?
Afraid to see the Savior’s face?
To hear His welcome, and to trace
The glory gleam from wounds of grace?
Afraid—of that?
Afraid? Of what?
A flash—a crash—a pierced heart?
Darkness—light—O heaven’s art!
Each wound of His a counterpart!
Afraid—of that?
Afraid? Of what?
To do by death what life could not?
Baptize with blood a stony plot
’Til souls shall blossom from the spot?
Afraid—of that?
E.H. Hamilton
From the Liberality that says that
everybody is right;
From the Charity that forbids us to say
that anybody is wrong;
From the Peace that is bought at the
expense of Truth—
May the good Lord deliver us.
J.C. Ryle