We may exalted be by men,

Be censured and condemned; what then?

Our worth is in the Lord alone,

To whom our thoughts and acts are known.

That I am God, know and be still,

Though wrongfully you’re suffering ill.

How many sins committed where

No eye has seen, yet still I spare.

Be humble, meek, and low of heart,

Nor from my holy law depart.

Thus will your strength be oft renewed,

And you with holy zeal imbued.

In that dread day you then can stand,

Where rocks are rent, and solid land

And mountains shake, and cities fall;

I’ll be your strength, your God, your all.

From earth’s dread ruins you’ll be caught,

To God’s celestial city brought,

Robed in a pure and spotless dress,

The robe of Christ’s own righteousness.

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